November 9, 2010

Could it get any worse?

Don't answer that.

I was feeling fine all day Sunday. Nothing unusual. But by late Sunday night, I was starting to feel strange. By midnight, I felt like I was dying.

Clear back in May, I had a horrific kidney infection. It came complete with some symptoms I don't care to mention publicly, aches, chills, and a pain in my lower right back that felt like someone had stabbed me.

Not that I've ever been stabbed before, just sayin'.

So when this past Sunday night met me with aches, chills, a migraine headache from he**, and that feeling like someone had stabbed me in my lower right back, I could only groan.

Yesterday, I got off the couch a grand total three times, twice to heed the call of nature, and once when my ever sweet and thoughtful friend Gina stopped by to bring dinner.

Since my hubby couldn't take work off, my sweet brother came to my rescue. He spent the whole day here, cleaning, taking care of the kids and of me. He still had work but thankfully was a day where he could do most of it here on his computer.

Today, I feel a tiny bit better. but still pretty lousy.  So, you'll have to put up with a re-post. One from a long time ago.



Tackle on the Fifteen Yard Line!

Contrary to popular belief, most women LOVE sports.

I can prove it.

A healthy, well-rounded meal of hot n' ready pizza was on the dinner menu that night. After all, every athlete needs to maintain a healthy diet and as head coach, I am responsible to ensure this happens.

At the time, my athletes consisted of Jacob, the Bottomless Pit (age 2), Joseph, the Sugarholic (age 3), and Savannah the Picky (age 4). As they were all contently feasting upon said healthy dinner, Joseph only managed to eat about two bites when, due to unforeseen potty circumstances, ended up in the therapeutic bathtub. Once he was done with water therapy, Joseph insisted he was done with his dinner.

Fine. I only force my athletes to eat dinner if it's green.

But the good kind of green. Not the green and fuzzy.

Well, the Assistant Coach, who some might refer to as my husband, decided he would splurge on some extra-healthy energy drinks called Chocolate Milk. Since we were having such a healthy dinner to begin with, I figured a little extra vitamin boost would be just fine.

Once Joseph realized there were energy drinks available, he insisted he could not dwell happily in this mortal existence for a moment longer without some. But I told him that since he hadn't finished his incredibly healthy dinner, he could not have any. But if he ate it all, I would most certainly reward his efforts.

While having this conversation with Joseph, Jacob had discovered Joseph's pizza on the table. Naturally, being a bottomless pit, he decided to do his best to dispose of it.

Joseph, determined to get his chocolate milk, turns to get his pizza only to find it in the hands of The Bottomless Pit.

In a flash of horror, screaming and crying, he sprinted off with teeth bared and fingers reaching out like claws towards his competition. Jacob, seeing the imminent danger, jumps down from the table and tries to sprint past Joseph into the living room.

Unfortunately, Joseph would do anything for chocolate milk, it's the sugarholic in him. So there, upon the line that separates linoleum and carpet, the Great Tackle took place. Joseph grabbed his brother and they both went down hard.

With both boys screaming as loud as their little lungs would allow, which quite frankly would leave Celine Dion in tears, Joseph tried to pin down Jacob and grab the pizza at the same time. Jacob however, was doing his very best to stretch his arm out as far as it would go to keep the pizza out of Joseph's reach. Oh the weeping, the wailing, the gnashing of teeth!!


Being the totally awesome parents that we are, Assistant Coach and I both grabbed some popcorn, pulled up a chair and started cheering!

Okay, not really. But we did laugh for a bit before Assistant Coach slowly made his way over to separate the intertwined limbs before anything too disastrous happened, like getting pizza sauce or blood on the carpet.

And so you see, if women didn't like sports, we would never have children!

It's just the way it is.

14 super cool people speak:

Kristina P. said...

Well, Chocolate milk is like a Snuggie in a beverage. Delicious!

Hope you feel better!

Sue said...

Great post, but I couldn't enjoy it fully because I was too busy worrying about you.

If you have a kidney infection again, you need to get on some antibiotics fast. So call your doc, okay?



PS. My kids always complain that I'm "such a mom." What can I say? It's true.

Brittney said...

awwwww so sorry Serene.. I'm sure all your readers now wish we lived closer to help you out :(

Neisha said...

haha! thanks for sharing that story, very cute.

M-Cat said...

Hope you are feeling better!

T said...

feel better - do NOT ignore a kidney infection... seriously!

and no... chocolate milk will not make it all better.

Impulsive Addict said...

I'm sorry you got the sickies. I hope you feel better soon. But look at the bright least you didn't really didn't get stabbed. Then that opens up a whole jar full of blood stains and an ER visit..maybe surgery.

Saimi said...

Serene, Serene, Serene it's time to take care of Serene! I agree with T a kidney infection needs real attention and real meds!

Krista said...

Oh, my cute friend, I'm so sorry you're sick again! Please take care of yourself. Kids that age are the absolute funniest.

Patty Ann said...

Serene, you need to rest, and get the care that you need to take care of it. This is the EMT in me coming out!! You don't want to need to take a ride in the ambulance. That would scare your kids!! I am so sorry you are sick. It is so hard when you want to be well and you think you should be able to do everything. This is your time to allow others to serve you. Kudos to your brother for helping when the chips were down! I so wish I lived closer!!

Missy said...

I hope you're feeling better soon. I woke up after my Sunday nap sick sick sick. By that night there was no denying I had the flu. but I'm no pregnant and that only adds to the morning sickness you've had. Take care.

Mama Smith said...

You are in my thoughts and prayers...Will be seeing you in ONE WEEK!

Amber said...

I am so sorry about the latest thorn in your side. (OK. Bad joke.)

I hope that you can find some pain relief.

Carla said...

Bahaha! I grew up in a houseful of two boys are well...boys! Suma wrestling and death grips, body hubby tells me this is normal...but to look at it from your point of view it is funny:)

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