Some weeks are harder than others. This week one day at lunch I decided I would try feeding Dax eggs (mind you,at his last Dr's visit I was told I could try scrambled eggs- but just the egg whites to start out with- I wasn't just making this up!). So I scrambled one egg white and he had probably four bites of them, along with his other lunch items. A little over an hour later we were all on our way to the ER. Dax had hives from head to toe. His ears, eyes and cheeks were swollen/red/hot. He had snot just dripping from his nose and was sneezing profusely. Most alarming is that he was wheezing really heavily. From his previous scary experience with wheezing we have an inhaler on hand at home (which we are so grateful for!). Once at the ER he was already rebounding and everything checked out good. Just no more eggs until future notice.
The following day Dax had a follow-up visit with his Pediatrician. Instead of going home after I thought I would nap Dax at my parent's and work on a sewing project. So I put him down to sleep on Nana and Papa's bed- we had a little Chocolate Mystery. I kept him awake for quite a while to make sure he didn't have any allergic side effects to the Chocolate. When all was well, I put him in a pack and play and headed into my parent's laundry room to cut some fabric.
Not paying attention, with the rotary cutter I cut my finger in half (hot dog ways). I cut it from the tip through the nail on one side all the way through the finger and out the other side for almost the whole length of the nail. It butterflied out and bled like a crazy... Luckily I knew my Mom was on her way home soon and found a black sock with in reach to wrap my finger tightly with. Curtis was teaching at the time and teaches in the basement, out of cell phone service. My Dad came home to help assess the damage and help me clean and dress the wound. I decided to not go to the Doctor and have received some heat for it, a friend of ours who is a Plastic Surgeon looked at his several days later and said it should have had stitches but is healing well. I heard "it's healing well".
I wanted to take a cool picture of my quilting-battle wound. However, I asked Curtis to take the picture and after unwrapping layers of bloody gauze and my finger butterflying out and bleeding in front of him he was in no condition to take a picture, or stand for that matter. So instead I got a good picture of him pale white and laying on the floor with his feet above his head.
And just because Bad things happen in threes. Our radiator went out in my car on Saturday. Smoke came spewing out from under the hood, radiator fluid ran all over and we were stranded in the Hobby Lobby parking lot until Curt's parents came to our rescue.
Some weeks suck.
Sunday the lesson I had been assigned to teach the Young Women was on Optimism. Isn't it so interesting that the teacher often needs the lesson more than the students? In preparing the lesson I came across the thought "The difference between stumbling blocks and stepping stones is how you use them"
"We must be more concerned with what we do with what happens to us than what happens to us" Marvin J. Ashton.
We really do have so much to be grateful for, even after weeks like this.
