Thursday, January 3, 2008

You'd think I was 90

Have you ever seen your grandparents pull out the long plastic tube with the days of the week on it? I can even remember being little and helping my grandpa sort his pills into it. One green one in each day, two orange ones on M/W/F, a yellow one on Fridays, etc. Well, I may be only 31 but I think I may need to get me one of those things.

On New Years Eve my sweet Doodlebug was diagnosed with bronchitis. He is doing much better now, but due to his asthma kicking in it has not been fun. He has been a real pro for us, even to the point of doing his own breathing treatments. Of course we do have the minor meltdowns but hey, he's only 2 3/4! Most importantly, I am proud to say that he is learning to share... even if it is germs he's sharing.

I should've known I'd never escape w/o getting it myself. It never fails that I wind up with it at least twice every school year. Apparently it's one of those things that once you've had it, you are susceptible to it... forever. Oh so nice. Yesterday afternoon when my students started saying, "Mrs. Larson, you sound funny!" I knew it was time to give in and go to the doctor. Sure enough, bronchitis and asthma. When I got home I started looking at my meds and the thought came across my mind that perhaps I needed a to find a way to put my 7, yes 7, different meds in some kind of organization chart. In fact, what I needed was a pill organizer! See, I told you... if you could only see my piles of meds, you'd think I was 90!

**P.S. No news on the house... yet**