Thursday, August 7, 2014

Dahlias, Babies and Sleep

I prefer dahlias to roses. I'm pretty fond of a long night's sleep. I'm not competitive, but I am extremely combative. Children were a necessity, as far as my brain stem was concerned; a sunk cost in the face of cold logic. I'm pretty open to new ideas and pretty driven to do better.

In summary, I am not doing enough. And then I collapsed.

Whilst this is Bo's blog, I think it's fair to say that his cares, even when we're on cruise control, are pretty complicated. So when I'm working like a maniac, and my spouse is keeping the ship from keeling over, and our nurses are coming to take up the slack with Bo's medical needs. Eventually, all those things combine into one dramatic ambulance ride.

Since I'm obviously well enough to be somewhat coherent in the retelling, here's the spoiler: I'm home, working again, and feeling much better. The moral of the story is: I need to take better care of myself. It's such a boring and annoying and obvious necessity, I've just fallen asleep typing it. BORING

And there you have it. Bo is doing so well, that my body decided now would be an ideal time to fall apart (from kidney stones). I promise that his wellness is not an excuse for me to physically regress any further. We still have a few weeks of summer left. More family to visit. More weekends to plan. More school-year nursing schedules to figure out. More Math Camp (Bo) and Tumblebear Camp (Ahn) to attend.

And now it's time for bed....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz