*laughing at my headline!*
I'm so my Mother at times! It's funny how thankful I am for that sense of humor that had me rolling my eyes as a young brat. It's such a coping mechanism. And boy, have we needed a lot of coping mechanisms lately! You know it's bad when people assigned to work with you through programs to help Andi are suggesting you have a big ol' glass of wine! I've found that trying to tell stories has me forgetting what I was talking about, only to pick up the conversation again about five minutes later begging, 'what was I talking about?' It's been a bit chaotic, and lucky for me, it doesn't yet have me beating my head against a wall. Not yet.
So, since we've increased the Polycrack in her formula, Andi's digestion system has decided to halt. I have visions of Jamie Lee Curtis popping up at our front door trying to push some Activia on baby girl. While that would be great and all, Andi has been shunning her oral food lately. So, here it is day three of Operation Poo Watch, and a I resorted to a full bolus of Pedialyte, rather than formula. Did you know that constipation is often a result of dehydration?! Oh yeah, I can teach you a thing or two, really exciting dinner conversation type-o-stuff! So, I tried to remedy the lack of action, and emailed her Dr. to keep him informed of Operation Poo Watch. He wrote back the funniest thing. He said, "slip a pediatric glycerin suppository up the one orifice that doesn't leak." I had to laugh out loud at that, I needed a good laugh. In any case, being Nurse Mom, I tended to business and told her something I heard when punished by my parents, 'this hurts me more than it hurts you.' But low and behold, it worked magic starting with a roaring rooty toot of a pound of air, and then, Operation Poo Watch concluded.
Yes, I don't get out much and resort to poop talk for entertainment. Pity me. Actually, our months in the hospital confirmed that poop, or lack thereof, is very telling of a persons state of health. Least I'm not describing the color and consistency that the med students ask for... you can thank me later.
So, today, we went to Costco to get new tires for my truck. I've had to have air put in them several times and they can't find a leak, they just feel that the tires are too old. It's been a ridiculously long time since I bought tires last. So long, that they've gone up in price $200.-300. While driving the family home in the truck last night, Daddy Bean agreed that the truck was rather spongey and it no longer felt safe to drive at freeway speeds. I priced them out the other day, and just about swallowed my gum at the quote. I didn't like the ladies attitude, oh, ...and they didn't have stock, ...so I took my business elsewhere. I'm surprised AmEx hasn't called to ask what the hell we're doing charging so much this week! But, tires are one of the most important safety features, and being I drive the Bean around everywhere I go, it was important to get solid wheels on there.
So, as we sit here and reflect on the piles of sh*t going on in our lives, I must conclude that nothing says "I love you" like a suppository. Keeps life flowing.
Ah, Ma... I am so very much your daughter! I miss & love you Momma! ;0)