It’s Monday night. Tim here. I’m going to rant a bit and maybe Melissa will add. I’m not up to collaborative writing at the moment.
Yesterday we blogged some affirmations about care givers. Talked about giving ourselves “a parade.” Our son spent today throwing up and having seizures. We’ve been cleaning up blood and vomit and doing constant laundry. Turning our calendars inside out, cancelling a hard to get doctor appointment, trying to get work done by phone and internet and most of all just agonizing as we watch our guy hurt.
We mentioned on Sunday that we are people of faith. Doesn’t mean that our God doesn’t catch an earful from us from time to time. I’m on His divine case just now. A miracle would have been nice and he provided one – he seems to have made our bottle of cleaning solution disappear. We’ve looked everywhere. It is the best thing we have to break up the blood stains and clean up the vomit. And it has evaporated. What a wondrous, amazing act in our hellish day! Thanks so much.
Watching your kids suffer is the worst. Another blogger had a dose of that last week. It takes everything good out of you – joy, energy, wit – it all gets fried. I’m guessing the residents of hell don’t feel like throwing parades, either.