Tough and Solo

Is it really only Monday? One long day, and not yet done. After a long, tough week last week, this week promises no different. It's been rough and I feel solo. I have never seen Eric so very ill before. He lost all of last week not being able to work or to help at home. The same seems true for this week. Not sure what he has, yet. He's been to the doctor 3 times. Blood work was taken today at his follow-up appointment. His doctor wants to be sure. It's not strep, he's had 2 cultures. That's about all we know.

He spends his time sleeping, coughing/hacking/puking, and barely awake for brief miserable moments. He has not even yet looked at Simon's purple pinky.

Oh, you don't know about that either?

Saturday, Simon slammed the car door on his pinky. Yep. Instantly purple. Poor kids had to leave McDonald's without any food. I had a throbbing headache at 10:15, wanted coffee and some food as I hadn't had any yet for the day. We were between two errands. We left without food, a throbbing head, and an even more throbbing finger. Two hours later, x-rays showed no broken tiny finger bones. He did have a hole poked through his nail to release the blood to relieve the pressure. Clean and cover with a band aid is all the care needed. I let the boy choose whatever band aids he wanted at the store. He chose transformers. For a boy who never, ever wanted a bandaid has embraced the wearing of the band aid to cover the purple pinky.