Sorry to have been away for so long, but it's been a week of healing as my daughter woke up with a fever on November 1st and basically spent the whole week getting better. We don't know if it was the H1N1 virus, but her fever stayed 4 full days.
Our doctor gave us some great advice that I will be repeating in my family as when my daughter gets sick my husband goes Tylenol crazy, but she said, "Treat the patient, not the fever."
This is interesting to me because when my daughter first woke up with a fever of 101.7 my husband bought Tylenol and her fever went down. The next day it was 102.5 and we gave her Tylenol and her fever went down. Our doc told us to only give her Tylenol if she wasn't feeling good (headache, body aches, etc.) and not to freak out if the fever went up to 102 or 103.
Anyway, our daughter felt fine (actually, felt pretty good which was a little odd to have this sweet girl with a high fever) and so when her fever hit 103ish, I didn't give her Tylenol and it went down on its own and the next morning she woke up and it was gone.
Of course, she still has a little bit of an awful cough, but no temp and her energy is back. Anyway, there's a part of me that wonders if her fever/sickness would have gone earlier if we hadn't treated it with Tylenol so early and let the fever do its job? Either way, she is better and that makes me happy.
Oh, there are two bonuses when your child is sick and you are stuck home with her, indoors for a week- 1) You save a lot of money on food & shopping. 2) Daily naps.
After a week of taking a 2 hour nap with her in the afternoon, I'd really like to bring into consideration the daily siesta from 2-4 pm or 3-5 pm (your choice). I swear, I think it was these naps that helped me stay healthy and not get her virus. And gawd, they felt good.
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Monday, November 09, 2009
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Confession Tuesday
It feels as if it's been a week plus forever since I've confessed. I have a sick daughter, so a quick confession and back to snuggling with her so she can get better...
To the confessional!
I confess I am thankful to the poets and people who read my blog. Last week I felt a little vulnerable sharing how my book became published and the details, but the response was so warm, I really appreciate it. Thank you for the comments, the personal emails and the FB messages.
What it tells me is that people (like in life) might not share the full info on publishing. I think it can be hard to share our rejections or our hard journeys sometimes.
It kind of reminds me of the moms who pretend their marriage is perfect, their kids don't eat junk food or watch TV, and all is always well. I'm always interested when I meet someone who seems perfect and tells me she's perfect only to get a glimpse into her real life (which is never perfect) and sometimes completely different than the facade she has created.
I don't blame her or the writers who don't want to tell the whole truth because it's a protection mechanism. We don't want to be hurt or we don't want to be vulnerable.
But I think honesty is important.
Last year during a creativity class I had to write a life motto. Mine was really long at first, it included supporting my family, friends and myself with their passions, yadda yadda yadda. It was so long, I could never remember it and that was part of the assignment, to write a motto (or life mission) and remember it! In the end mine was this, "To live authentically with faith." Really, that's what it comes down to.
Also, the older I get the more I realize it's not my business what other people think of me.
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I confess I didn't mean for that confession to be so long. I just wanted to say thank you for your kind words, support, and responses to my blog posts last week. Thank you.
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I confess having a sick child puts the entire world into perspective. It makes you remember what's important.
It makes me remember the words from Fight Club...
"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your f'ng khakis." (Though he doesn't say "effing" in the book, that wouldn't make sense.)
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I confess I love the book Fight Club as well as the movie.
I also confess I went to one of the very first readings with the author Chuck Palahniuk in Seattle and only 5 people showed up to the University Village Barnes & Noble to hear him read. My husband and I were 2 of them and 3 others were his friends.
At the time he said, "And I hear it *may* get made into a movie with Brad Pitt."
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I confess I just bought Sharon Bryan's new book of poems, SHARP STARS but haven't read it yet. It's gorgeous though. More on that soon.
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I confess I spent the last 3 days mostly in PJs and it's felt really good.
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To the confessional!
I confess I am thankful to the poets and people who read my blog. Last week I felt a little vulnerable sharing how my book became published and the details, but the response was so warm, I really appreciate it. Thank you for the comments, the personal emails and the FB messages.
What it tells me is that people (like in life) might not share the full info on publishing. I think it can be hard to share our rejections or our hard journeys sometimes.
It kind of reminds me of the moms who pretend their marriage is perfect, their kids don't eat junk food or watch TV, and all is always well. I'm always interested when I meet someone who seems perfect and tells me she's perfect only to get a glimpse into her real life (which is never perfect) and sometimes completely different than the facade she has created.
I don't blame her or the writers who don't want to tell the whole truth because it's a protection mechanism. We don't want to be hurt or we don't want to be vulnerable.
But I think honesty is important.
Last year during a creativity class I had to write a life motto. Mine was really long at first, it included supporting my family, friends and myself with their passions, yadda yadda yadda. It was so long, I could never remember it and that was part of the assignment, to write a motto (or life mission) and remember it! In the end mine was this, "To live authentically with faith." Really, that's what it comes down to.
Also, the older I get the more I realize it's not my business what other people think of me.
* * *
I confess I didn't mean for that confession to be so long. I just wanted to say thank you for your kind words, support, and responses to my blog posts last week. Thank you.
* * *
I confess having a sick child puts the entire world into perspective. It makes you remember what's important.
It makes me remember the words from Fight Club...
"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your f'ng khakis." (Though he doesn't say "effing" in the book, that wouldn't make sense.)
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I confess I love the book Fight Club as well as the movie.
I also confess I went to one of the very first readings with the author Chuck Palahniuk in Seattle and only 5 people showed up to the University Village Barnes & Noble to hear him read. My husband and I were 2 of them and 3 others were his friends.
At the time he said, "And I hear it *may* get made into a movie with Brad Pitt."
* * *
I confess I just bought Sharon Bryan's new book of poems, SHARP STARS but haven't read it yet. It's gorgeous though. More on that soon.
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I confess I spent the last 3 days mostly in PJs and it's felt really good.
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