pramsubull

Ok so facebook has consumed all my free time and my blog has been long neglected. My FB status has been many things the last few days, but the most consistent is ...

changing one more time cause this fits best ... 1) is going to write a book. All will say it is fiction, but I promise it all will be true :) 2) Ripley's has NOTHING on this family! ... hmm they both work.

Or I could just blame my non blogging on waiting for a realllly good story to tell. Hmmm. No matter the reason, here I am and here it goes.

We must start at the beginning of bizarre for a true appreciation but there is not enough time to go back to the date of my birth. So we will start with last week. Lets pick Thursday. I could go back further but I fear the length of this post already. John had an orthodontic appointment and I was babysitting. I was supposed to meet with someone at 12:30 to discuss babysitting their little boy. One of the little angels I was caring for had ?a rash? that could be contagious to other children her age or younger. So I called the possible new client and explained everything and suggested that we reschedule for Monday. She agreed and we planned on 12:30. This all worked out great for Thursday. Around 12:15 Noah’s neuron team calls to reschedule an appointment from June to July for Dr. Kris’ vacation. I told them this was perfectly ok with me because Noah was doing ok the last few weeks. No Joke, 20 minutes or so later his teacher calls me and says she and the guidance counselor are fearful that he just had a seizure. I run up and check on him. After making sure he is stable enough to finish his day, I leave. I email the Neuro team on Friday which results in a plan to do lab work before increasing or changing his medication.

Sunday evening at church he has another seizure, so I email the Neuro team again.

Monday (yesterday) ((has it really only been a few hours)) I go to work and then rush home with an hour to shower and clean the house before the possible new client shows up. Remember … 12:30. Well it comes and goes, no client. At 1:00 I get a call from Noah’s teacher with concerns of another seizure. I run up to check on him and make sure he is ok. It appears to be another seizure. After I know he is stable I leave only to return in an hour to pick him up at the end of the day. In between I receive an email from the Neuro team about Sunday’s seizure. So I reply back with yet another seizure report. While walking the dog with a friend, her daughter, my day reaches a whole new level. My dog scoops up a full sized dead bird (think it was a Robin). The friend and I try getting her to drop it, even pry her mouth open. But somehow in like 20 seconds or less the bird is gone. Swallowed whole. Dumb dog. So we get to school and I call the vet. We get the “wait it out” verdict. Well it’s Tuesday night around 830 and we are still waiting. Dumb dog. Later that evening Our Neuro nurse calls us and informs us that we will be adding Depakote to Noah’s treatment plan. I could write a whole other post about this drug.

So I am trying to calm down and ready myself for bed. I have no idea why I did it because I never do, but I turned on the news. This is where I heard of GM’s recall on 1.5 million cars. Guess whose car fits the year, make, and model. Yep mine. I just dumped $1100 into it last week for repairs. This was all it took to send me over the edge, sobbing, gasping for air. Did God really think I was that strong? Who knows. But He obviously got me through it. After that big cry I felt good. So I went to bed. Noah sat straight up when I walked In the room and tried saying principal. …pramsubull, prim, prassabil, prum, pramps, prespal. It was like watching a drunk trying to say Massachusetts. I needed that laugh.

On the way to work I call GM to run my VIN, as of right now my car does not have a recall. It all comes down to if I have a 3.8 v6 or not. Its a v6, but must not be a 3.8. So I go into a clients house today, Tuesday … cause my life is NOT weird enough…. And everyone is gone. This is normal. I walk upstairs to find a small child, sitting in the floor, playing…. As if this is exactly what she should be doing in a house with no one home. I call my client to make sure she had not left a child’s friend behind in the mad dash of getting 5 kids out the door. She replied with “oh no not again! It’s the neighbor’s kid. How is she getting into the house?” She hung up, called the neighbor, and they came to retrieve their child. When the mom called out for the little girl she replied with “I am right here” in a sweet tone that reeked of “I am right where I should be.” Bizarre. I attract weirdness.