I never know how to start these kinds of posts. It’s been a rough weekend.
All started well Saturday morning. I got my butt out of bed and made it to boot camp and then rushed home so I could take little guy to go watch the husband play Gaelic football (side note: not sure if I told you about this.. it warrants it’s own post.) It was a wonderfully beautiful day spent mostly outside playing with friends.
We came home exhausted and the afternoon warranted a nap.
All of a sudden the husband was waking me up and saying "Call your Mom, call your Mom… John had a heart attack."
John is my Step Father. He married my mom when I was 16 and has been an amazing Father figure in my life since the moment I met him.
I was half asleep and had no idea what was going on. I called and talked to Mom. I was in a state of shock. What do you? What could you do? Nothing makes you feel more helpless then when a loved one gets sick. Nothing.
I’m happy to say he is doing better. Today he was moved out of the ICU. They still have to run some tests and he more than likely will need surgery but he is ALIVE. You get to a point where that is all that matters.
After that emotional roller coaster, the little guy started to complain of a headache and he felt warm. We grabbed dinner (out for the third time in as many meals), sent him to bed and settled in for a movie.
A few hours later I hear little guy crying. He was hysterical and quite disorientated. After an hour or so we finally calmed him down and all went to bed.
This morning I thought he was doing better. His fever lowered a bit but he was still lethargic. I thought making muffins would cheer him up. He seemed excited so I started planning a new idea, All Bran Cherry Almond Muffins, but when it came down to baking thm he was to tired. Even the promise of spinkles didn’t get him off the couch. :(
I finished up the muffins and got him to the doctors. He tested negative for strep but the doctor noticed an infection in his right ear. His first ever.
We came home and took it easy for the rest of the day. I headed out later on my own to shop for the week and picked something up for dinner.
Needless to say I’m feeling a little out of it and overwhelmed. In addition to the news of my Step Dad and Little Guys infection, I’m starting my last 2 weeks of work tomorrow, marathon training official begins, I’m trying to nail down a date and venue for FitBloggin’11 and I leave for BlogHer on Thursday. Oh My.. how do I get myself into these situations?! (Do NOT answer that… I know it’s my own fault.)
Of course I found myself seeking comfort in food all weekend. It’s amazing how I almost immediately want to eat when something stressful is happening. It’s like all I’m seeking is that over full feeling. As odd as it sounds, there’s just something comforting about being stuffed.
|sunday started with 2 experimental cherry almond muffins|
|just finished a 1egg/2 egg white spinach feta omelet|
|banana on my way to the store.|
|dinner was a store bought rotisserie chicken, corn, broccoli and my new fav salad|
|big bowl of berries with yogurt|
|1 more all bran cherry almond muffin… they were just calling my name! :)|
|more ham, cheese and crackers then i really want to admit.|