I am Strong and Healthy (repeat)

I am strong and healthy.  I am strong and healthy.  This is what I quote to myself out loud when the first signs of sickness raise their feeble heads in my body.  Be gone plugged sinuses.  Get thee behind me, nasal drip.  My offspring stand clear when they hear their mother muttering, “I’m strong and healthy!”

The S&H phrase has been my mantra all day.  Many a cure have been applied, sniffed, soaked up and swallowed to no avail. So as the red numbers read 12:34 a.m…. the green tea in the kitchen cupboard called to me.  You know I’m not healthy when I drink tea.  Tea reminds me of wet cardboard.  Hot wet cardboard. Yes, I have tried chai and it simply tastes like sweet hot wet cardboard.  But I digress.

So I have been reading adoption blogs while waiting for my cardboard-flavored tea to get down to “children’s temperature”, as a kind Starbucks employee once described MY temperature of choice. Whatev!  Lately I have been messed up by a book called 7.  Yes, it’s a single digit number title.  Kind of like 1984, but with only one digit. At a later date when I am truly strong and healthy, I will expound on this tome and impress you with my knowledge of things I have only read about.

Anyway, the author, Jen Hatmaker, adopted two older kids.  I can relate.  She had three bio kids at home… a girl and two man-children.  Same same.  And aside from her story and her tales of woe leading up to the referrals, etc., I have been experiencing AMG… adoptive mama guilt.  Tonight I came to the trusty home computer (in the family room for ALL eyes to see what anyone may be viewing online….. side note: once I sat on the couch that is 10 feet behind the screen… and behind the viewer’s back, I used binoculars to READ THEIR MAIL!  Yes I did.) and after reading a few adoption blogs I realized I NEED to confess and repent of some AMG.

But as I leaned forward to see the keyboard in the dark of the night, my nose dripped in my green already-gross-tasting tea…. and I decided to lament the whole scene and blog about AMG tomorrow…. when the sun is shining and I am strong and healthy.

Goodnight.

Why, oh why?

I am going to write a whiny blog today.  I don’t think I ever have profusely whined and complained on here.  But through my squinted eyes, as I look at the screen… the monitor light is hurting my head.  What’s up with that?  I felt perfectly fine this morning.  I taught History of the World to three high schoolers from 9 to noon.  I ate a healthy lunch and jumped in the car to take Larisa to piano lessons.  Immediately, I put on my sunglasses, as it is sunny Arizona with clear skies, albeit only 58* today.  Brrrr.  About four miles up the road I got hit between the eyes with a sinus/weirdo headache.  Why does it hurt behind my eyes?  Why as soon as I’m outside?  Am I allergic to the sun?  Almost nothing is in bloom right now in Phoenix.   I took sinus medicine ten minutes after it hit.  About an hour later I went to bed and slept for 1.5 hours. I’m ready to take more sinus medicine and it hasn’t been long enough between doses.  Where is my husband to rub my templesand apply cool rags to my head????  At a Coyotes hockey game, of course.  At this point, I’d lie face down on the Coyote’s ice for some pressure relief.  Keeve is the only one home…. I’ll see if I can bribe him into rubbing my temples.  This should prove interesting.

That’s what I need!  A dog to lie on my face.  Where’s Trixie??? 

I need a vacation……

Now, I’m a busy person who usually manages a busy daily schedule like most busy women…. living just one step above chaos.  But throw in a sinus headache and I’m useless.  (See, the only thing I can get done today is a blog!)  In my mind I have an invisible list of what needs to be done.  Even though it should be, cleaning my bathtub is never on the list.  It’s all about priorities.  Today, nothing is being accomplished.  I guess I work best under pressure, but that does NOT include sinus pressure. 

This is not a teeny weenie sinus headache with slight pressure in your eyebrows and under your eyes.  This is a professional-scale sinus headache where all your top teeth ache and it hurts every time you move your eyes.  So far, over the counter drugs are having no affect.  I’m ready for Rick’s after surgery pain killers….  not that I would ever do that because it’s against the law.  But when I’m under sinus pressure, the illegal becomes a logical step toward normalcy.

Anyway, there are things that still must be done… lesson planning, sewing by 7:00 tonight for Bags for Zaza and house straightening for class tomorrow.  Feeding the children didn’t even make the list tonight.  It’s a MUST DO list with no extras added. 

I hope, dear reader, you are having a stress-free and sinus-pressure-free day.  They are so much better than THIS nonsense.