I Said Hi to My Brother

So, I don’t know if this is weird or normal.  Actually there are several parts of this story that I don’t know if they are weird or normal, but we are to focus on my actions today!

Have I shared that Grandpa has moved in with mom and dad?

Kate and Grandpa at Did That Just Happen Blog

He and I like to go run errands, so my Instagram is frequently littered with pictures of us out and about! It’s fun and he doesn’t mind taking a selfie! It kinda cracks me up how as soon as I pull out my phone to take a picture he leans in and smiles 🙂

For those not aware, I work from home.  I have a great boss and it’s a wonderful company, very small and very high tech.  We all share information on our cloud, and when you call our toll free number and pick an extension, it is routed to our cell phones.  It’s taken me many years to work my way to this spot and every couple of days I remember to give thanks for the blessing!

My dad also works from home.  (His home, not mine.) So he is able to be here (there) for Grandpa, who due to a couple of health reasons can’t live on his own. Dad was called out of town for work this week.  So I get up early, come over to mom and dad’s armed with my laptop and phone and at 6:30 am mom and I trade off.  She goes to work and I set up at their dining room table.  Usually about 8 am Grandpa is ready to get up and so I’ll have breakfast made, he gets up, we eat, hang out, he watches TV in the living room while I work, it’s been pretty easy to get into a routine.

What trail do you follow when you lose a Grandpa? I follow the oxygen at Did That Just Happen Blog

The other day I posted on IG: Oxygen, the giver of life.  Also the trail I follow when I hang up from a work call and I’ve lost Grandpa.

Today I had breakfast ready to go and heard him stirring.  I went in, helped him get untangled and he said he wanted to rest a bit more.  An hour later, I checked again – he still wasn’t quite ready to get up… Okay, a bit concerned but not worried.

Finally at 10:30, he was ready to get up; however, he didn’t feel well.  Wanted some Pepto.  He even pushed away his breakfast plate! So, off I went.

I wasn’t sure mom and dad had any of that pink liquid, but I went through the medicine drawer.  Then I went through the medicine cabinet upstairs.  Then I broke down and called mom to see if I had missed looking somewhere while I searched for some peppermint tea as a back up.

Mom goes “Upstairs in the wardrobe where we keep the Little’s clothes, there is some medicine left over from Lee, he might have had some.”

I found the medicine, but no pretty pink liquid.

And then I looked up, patted a box and said “Hi Lee!” and walked out.

Is that weird? It didn’t hit me what I did until I was walking away and then I was like, huh.  Yeah, that just happened.

Most of the time when I’m in that area, it never occurs to me that Lee, technically, is right there… and I can’t say I’ve ever said hi to him… so either my life is evolving – or things got weird 🙂 Let me know.  But if the answer is weird, I’m already prepared to blame a lack of sleep!

That moment when you talk to yourself and you start smiling like an idiot because you are just so hilarious

Ding! Ding! Ding! And the Winner is:

Bronchitis!

Friday afternoon I got in to see the doctor.  I knew something was wrong with my chest – besides the fact that it kept making me pee! After several rounds of questions and some pokes and prods, she pronounced my diagnosis as bronchitis.  She said I would get a steroid shot, some antibiotics, cough syrup and prescription cough pearls.  Oh, and an inhaler.  Okay.  Sure.

First off, I’ve never had bronchitis, but I can deal with that.  I’ve also never had a steroid shot, but how bad can it be?

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The nurse comes in, has me shift my pants to expose my hip, grabs a wad of fat and goes “Okay, here comes a little pinch.”

I so got this!

“Now here comes the medicine, it might sting a little”

Okay, yeah, there is a small sting – but I’m one tough cookie!

A band-aid, quick adjustment of my pants and I was out of there.  It wasn’t until I was following the nurse out of the exam room that it hit me!  As I told my Facebook friends “I grabbed my butt and gave the nurse a dirty look!”  Now it stung! All of the sudden, I wasn’t such a big girl anymore!

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I ran to Wal-Mart to pick up my meds and do the grocery shopping and about half way through it hit me.  I have a lingering cough and Mr. T has a lingering cough… I was just diagnosed with bronchitis… hummm.  I whipped out my phone and placed a call to Mr. T’s doctor.  No, they won’t just call in a script (I knew they wouldn’t, but I had to give it a shot.) but they could fit us in Saturday morning at 9:30 am.

I finished shopping, made it home and unloaded the groceries.  I was utterly exhausted.  I checked work emails and sent up a prayer of thanks that the sub sandwich in the deli had called my name and that I didn’t have to fix dinner!

Mr. T and I made it to his doctor appointment this morning.  Guess what? He has bronchitis, too.

I know, you didn’t see that coming, did you?

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Back to Wal-Mart to get his meds.  And some ingredients for a soup that just sounded great.  Then over to mom and dad’s to help them load up Lee’s old TV that weighs 200 pounds. That might be an exaggeration, but not by much!  Mom said that she’d make my soup for me and dad could bring it over later.  Sign me up!  Yes please! Thank you mom and dad!

Home to eat lunch, take a nap and then dad brought over the soup and some yummy cheesy garlic bread for dinner.  It was so nice not to have to worry about cooking dinner and just be able to rest!  The coughing part is horrible, but the fatigue that is attached to this illness might actually be the death of me!

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So, we are taking our meds and tomorrow is a new day! Plus, after church we’ve decided that it won’t wear us out too much to go see The Hobbit! We’ve been trying to see it since opening weekend, but time has been working against us!  Not tomorrow!  We’ll order some lunch and let them bring it to us while we sit back for 3 hours and just enjoy!

Day 5 of Quarantine

Monday

Day 1

Work is slow.  Time to run errands.  Get all the stuff we need to make it through the rest of the week and pick up the food to take to the NYE party.  Get my last Starbucks of the year.  Oh, what a moment!

A few hours later:

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I’m dying.  Dad says that I’m not really dying.  He did take pity on me and bring me meds and orange juice.  I told him “I didn’t hear my garage door open” as he walks in the house.  His response was “That’s because it was open, and so was your trunk.  Do you want these groceries inside?”

Yes, I had unloaded most of the groceries; however, I didn’t get them all and left the trunk and garage door open… for 7 hours.

Day 2

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It’s NYE.  It’s a work holiday and of course, I’m sick.  Can’t even blow a sick day and take the day off work.  Mr. T, upon finding out that we aren’t going to our annual party asked if he could go with his youth group.  Fine, whatever.  $20? Really? The fever must have gotten to my brain.  So, off we went to the bank.

Now I am burrowed on the couch under a couple of blankets.  I’m taking half a dozen different kinds of meds to combat the symptoms.  After a certain point it’s just like mixing a cocktail and I’m combining everything on the counter just for some relief.

It’s 9:00 pm and Mr. T is gone and I’m home alone.  On New Year’s Eve.

I’m going to bed.

Day 3

Happy Freakin’ New Year to me.  Cough, Cough, Cough.  Oh look – there’s a lung.  It might have come out of me.  I was a good parent though and got the ham going in a crock pot, sat the black eyed peas aside and decided to get out the other crock pot for a cherry cobbler.  I made a cup of hot apple cider and mixed together my morning cocktail of meds.

Mr. T eventually got up after his night out bringing in the new year.  “Uh mom, I don’t feel good”

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Well of course you don’t! Please, come have a mixture of medicine. Great, now I can’t be sick because my son is and I have to take care of him.  Bleh.

Yes, I know, not the loving mother response.  Bite me.

I fed us.  We dined liked kings.  Except we barely ate.  It’s hard to eat when you can’t breathe.  A few hours later I realized that we don’t have enough meds to last with both of us sick.  Apparently it’s bad luck to go shopping on New Year’s day.  Whatever.  At this point Mr. T has on thermal underwear under his shorts and t-shirt and has stolen my blankets.  So, I peal off my pajamas and put on real clothes, run a brush through my hair and head off to get us some soup and more medicine.

Our house is officially under quarantine.

Day 4

Mr. T now has laryngitis.  But, we both made our cocktails of medicine.  My boss called me today  – as it’s a work day and while I don’t feel well, I’m not wasting a sick day! I said “hello” in as normal a voice as possible and he freaked! “What happened? What’s wrong? Are you okay?”  I wished I had a great story to tell him instead of just the “I’m sick” response I had to give.

Made T and I a bowl of fruit for breakfast.  We’ve snacked on and off most of the day.  His voice did eventually come back.  I think he was really disappointed when it did.

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I grabbed the can of Lysol and walked through the house and sprayed every surface I could find.  There was a fine mist hanging in the air for hours.  It was kinda pretty.  Or I took too many meds.

Day 5

It’s Friday.  I better be better by this evening.  I don’t want my weekend ruined! I hear a sneeze from Mr. T’s room.  His throat still hurts and he has so much drainage I can hear him breathing from across the house.  It’s really gross.  He’s gotten up and showered every day (which is our rule), but put on the same germ riddled clothing.  I told him today to put on fresh clothes.  I really, really hope that he’s been putting on fresh underwear after each shower.  I hadn’t considered that until now.  I really, really don’t want to consider that.

Great, now that’s all I’m thinking about.

I’d kill for a Starbucks right about now.