My calendar this week is filled with words, and most of those words have something to do with freelance work.
(Thursday contains the words Stendhal Syndrome. I’m not sure why I wrote that, but I do love the concept.)
Sadly, today features the following phrase: MC home sick.
Did you know that Meredith has GERD? She had it when she was a baby, and then everything seemed to clear up when she started walking. Last April, she started complaining of stomachaches. After a few weeks of complaints, she started throwing up every morning. Her doctor put her on Prilosec for six months. When six months passed, Meredith was going through a challenging time at school and was scared to death to stop the medicine, so the doctor signed us on for another three months.
A few weeks back, the prescription ran out, and Meredith was cool with that. Onward!
We noticed last week that she was hoarse.
On Sunday afternoon, she had a really awful cough.
Last night at 9:45 she yelled out and was wiggling around her bed in pain.
Me: Do you think you might need a puke bowl?
Seconds later (before Jeff was able to deliver The Silver Bowl), Meredith unloaded a pile of blueberries onto her bed. And I thought I could handle cleaning it. I totally did. Jeff took Meredith to the bathroom to clean her up, I approached the bed with the intention of removing the sheets and wiping up as much as I could. And then I started in with the gagging and bending over and saying a lot of things like, “Yeesh! Um, I can do this. I can do this. Blergh. Yes. Holy holy holy. Oh. Boy.”
Once again, Jeff came to the rescue and dealt with the sheets while the girls and I watched a bit of Olympic figure skating. (Did anyone else catch the Canadian skater who fixed her partner’s hair during The Way We Were?! It was just like Streisand and Redford! I don’t care that she fell down and repeatedly stumbled. That subtle move should have clinched the gold for them. Go Canada!)
So, anyway. As I sit at my computer and type, Meredith is sleeping off her rough night (we now have more Prilosec), Harper is at school, and there are at least 20 more chapters on reptiles that need to be templated.
If I have time later this week, I want to talk to you about the crush I have on Bobby Flay.
I spent a week driving a Lincoln, and if you check out my review you could win a $500 Visa gift card! (And more!)