For those of you who may be new to our blog or may just have missed the meaning behind our “Positive Purposeful Post”(s) here is the explanation – The founding belief of this company is to bring you inspiring positivity one breath at a time. All of our products are a reflection of this very idea. For example, our LFTG (Look For The Good) jars are filled with inspirational sayings/quotes. Each saying/quote has a crack ‘n peel backing so if you want to you can stick it on something for a positive reminder or simply throw it back in for a random draw another day. Head on over to our SHOP and purchase your very own today or bless someone else with one! (They come in two different sizes) So, having said that, periodically I will be doing my own random draw out of my personal LFTG jar and will be posting it on here with a story that emulates that message. These will be named “Positive Purposeful Post”. Time for another one below –
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” Albert Einstein
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha What is it I always say about these Positive Purposeful Posts? They always pertain to me and I bet they speak to most of you as well. Here at The Crazy Harts Club we have had even more than our “normal” craziness in the last few months. I know, I know I said back in September that details would be coming. It’s just how to tell it and when to tell it is complicated. I like this quote from Albert Einstein because of the truth it holds. Think about it – if you don’t keep pedaling your bicycle it will most certainly fall over. I tell people I know to keep putting one foot in front of the other. Just keep moving forward. It isn’t always easy. Sometimes we aren’t sure if we really can keep moving or if we even want to! At 41 years old I have been through more than a typical person’s fair share of wicked. But don’t you worry your pretty, little minds – all of the malicious, ill-natured, and scandalous juicy details will be coming out in my second book The Preacher’s Daughter. For now, I give you pieces of my present reality and show you how I continue to Look for the good . . . even when it seems there is none! There are days that I don’t feel like looking myself even though I know I could find some good . . . so I go to my dearest friends and they always help me come up with something. As I mentioned in my blogpost yesterday, my oldest daughter has been sick – we all have. It started Wednesday a week ago. I picked her up from school, took her home as usual and by the evening she had a fever. I know lots of people get fevers. Lots of people get sick. The difference for her is she has severe epilepsy so anytime she gets sick her seizures increase. The Saturday before she had eight seizures in less than 30 minutes, but we had no idea why. Of course, having a fever, I wasn’t going to send her to school on Thursday because we didn’t want anyone else to get sick. I took her to see her awesome doctor who is still peds but will see her until she is 21 (not looking forward to that change). I had nothing else to report. He checked ears, nose, throat – even had to cath her to check for a UTI. Nothing! Probably a virus we decided. On Friday, she had no fever all day until 3:23 p.m. (Yes, you know I love details!) Grayson’s nurse, Grace, arrived and I had just checked her temp again because I was leaving with my other daughter, Kloie, to go dress shopping for the Marine/Military Ball. Guess what it was . . . 104. 104!!! We put her in an almost cold bath to get it down. I set my alarm for every three hours throughout that night to alternate Motrin and Tylenol. Same thing happened during the day Saturday – no fever but she started coughing. Then later Saturday the fever came back, and we alternated those meds again. By the time Sunday rolled around, Grayson looked and sounded miserable with fever, cough, sneezing and runny nose. I had stayed in contact with her doctor’s office throughout the weekend and assumed they would just call her in some antibiotics. But no! They were afraid she might have pneumonia. You know the only way for us to find out with Grayson was to have a chest x-ray. Yep! Freakin’ emergency room here we come. Now because she is not technically pediatric anymore we have been pushed to the adult side. Nightmare! Kevin and I found the most remote part of the waiting room to sit in, so no one would get her sicker, but wouldn’t you know a whole family just had to come sit right across from us. Then, wouldn’t you know within minutes of that a whole ‘nother (that’s southern talkin’ right there) group comes up to them and begins chattin’ it up. Cousins, aunts, friends. Dang! They brought the whole street to the hospital with ’em. What is up with that? I mean they were having a hay day talking about family reunions and not liking this person or that. They were playing catch up and standing so close to Grayson’s wheelchair if they sneezed it would have rolled off away from us. Did I mention they were blocking the whole aisle to exit the emergency room? Yep! No thought for others whatsoever! Come on people! Please look around you. There was no self-awareness and that makes me insane! When we were called back to triage the nurse went through her typical line of questioning. The one that Kev and I had to keep from falling in the floor from was “Has she had any falls?” If you take one look at Grayson, you can tell she is severely handicap and does not walk. Falls? Really? Sometimes I want to respond in the most inappropriate ways, but it wouldn’t help for me to answer ignorance with even more stupidity. I grow so weary of it. Finally, off to a “room” meaning a curtain. As we were waiting and waiting, the TV is blaring and no remote control is anywhere to be found. It is also mounted so high on the wall there was no getting to it to manually turn it down. The doctor finally comes in and we give her the spiel all over again. I swear my life is on repeat. She got up to take a look at Grayson’s ears, nose, throat, etc. when she announced “Oh, yeah, I forgot there is nothing in this room to examine her with. Y’all are in the psych ward part of the ER. I’ll be right back.” That’s when I looked at Kevin and he looked at me and we laughed in hysterics. OF COURSE WE ARE IN THE PSYCH WARD! WE ARE THE CRAZY HARTS! WE COULDN’T POSSIBLY HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY! It was explained to us this was the only room/bed/curtain available at the time. I guess that would also explain the FREAKIN’ FIVE security guards positioned outside the curtain next to us. I guess it would also explain why there was no TV remote. Do people eat batteries? Y’all know this story could go on for days but I will wrap it up here. For today and for this little nugget of our life, here is the good . . . we were only in the ER for a couple of hours – instead of 8-12 hours. Grayson did not have pneumonia but bronchitis instead. She finished her antibiotics as of yesterday. She is back at school. And we are STILL putting one foot in front of the other. I hope you can do the same. Much Peace and Love Y’all!