Poor Moomin had some kind of gas attack this evening and so instead of quiet fun family birthday party with cake and presents, he was howling in pain and sometimes even writhing around.... it was completely horrible. We alternated walking, hot bath, hip gyrating, weird positions, and reading comic books for distraction. But he was super embarrassed to have that all go on while people were over and waiting for him to feel better and go open presents and stuff. I was so cranky (and in pain myself) and trying so hard not to be while trying to help him. But finally he got back to normal. He loved the books, comic books, jacob's ladder, "wonderful waterful" or whatever that thing is - a water-filled thingamajig with a dolphin that catches rings on its nose, and a button that pumps water to send up the rings - and the Mad Scientists' Club book from the Acrobat, which I can't wait to read to him, and the flying windup bird and the paint your own birdhouse and the dragon lego thing called "Aoroara" whose chest lights up blue and green when you press a button on its head.
It was really lovely to see him happy and excited especially after he had just been so miserable for hours and hours.
I thought about people who want to tell younger people what they thought was cool, and how I also want to do this, but what they want from me is for me to listen to what *they* think is cool. I'll keep this in mind as I get older. Still, Moomin did like the toys I got him that were the same as ones that Minnie and I liked when we were little.
*rant mode*
I am stressed about work and not sure I am reading various situations right, but I have to tell it like I see it, even if that's wrong. It's stressful though and I'm fretting.
*most of rant deleted, ugh*
My leg hurts a lot. I had moments today where I couldn't lift it very well or very far. I have to drag my own leg over just a regular streetcorner curb, and it hurts to haul it around. And then remember not to bend over, and not to stride around since I can only stride with ONE LEG and then drag the other one so it's better to just act like I'm ambling nonchalantly on purpose. Then for a while the leg would work again. Sitting hurts much more than standing, and lying down is better than sitting, but worse than standing. I remember how I used to have to lift my leg up with both hands just to cross it over the other one! I can't put on my socks standing up (every morning, this is a proud moment for me.) Grrrrr, stupid leg. I don't trust it. Bodies suck. Pain is especially exhausting.
I wish this day had gone better.
I'm sorry you're still in pain! I hope it gets better quickly. :(
I just figured out what Amnesty International is about, and gave them some money, and looked at their Jobs site, and saw that they have a "Field Organizer" good communication and computer skills necessary position and I thought immediately of you, if you wanted to herd cats and throw over your current job that isn't teaching because the teaching is ending soon anyway?
Posted by: Madeline F | March 23, 2007 at 08:24 PM
But I like my non-teaching job and am super excited about it... I'm just bitching...
Posted by: badgerbag | March 23, 2007 at 10:38 PM
Ok, no worries! I mostly pointed at it because it is cool and you are cool. The test tube thing at the birthday party sounds really fun.
Posted by: Madeline F | March 23, 2007 at 11:29 PM
You can clear up those gas issues fast with baking soda and water. (just a teaspoon or two in a short glass of water- tastes like crap but it does work fast- I've only had to do two shots once to get it to work) It's not get for a nearly everyday thing the way my grandfather used to do it because of all the salt, but it will make you burp fast for those rare gas attacks. Poor kiddo. That would have been embarrassing.
Posted by: Heather | April 12, 2007 at 07:56 AM