Today was a "terrible, horrible, no good, very bad" day, and no, my name is not Alexander. Awoke to Ben not feeling better, still running fever. Okay, I accepted the doctor's nurse telling me yesterday to add mucinex 3 times a day. Today, that didn't cut it. My little guy has felt like crap since last Friday night, fever, malaise, no appetite, coughing, sweating....you get the picture. Called today only to find out our doctor was off today. No matter, I demanded to see someone, and we quickly were given to one of the nurse practitioners. She listened to his lungs, immediately ordered a chest xray, and diagnosed him with pneumonia, left lower lung lobe totally clouded. With a breathing treatment in the office, and four new prescriptions, we hope to see improvement soon. Glad I followed my instincts and pushed today, can't imagine what shape he would've been in otherwise.
After that, we came back home for awhile. Wonderful church friends are coming over this Saturday to assemble a 8 x 10 storage building for us. The pieces are in two heavy cardboard boxes, waiting in the backyard. I anticipated the boxes being opened Saturday, but my German shorthaired pointer evidently couldn't wait that long. I glanced out into the backyard to see pages of the instruction manual floating all over the place! Found a bag of screws and various small pieces that had been removed. The guilty party was kenneled while I gathered up the various pieces and called the vet to see if there was a doggie hotel spot open for Miss Maggie Mae until after the building's completion. She got the last slot. Ben & I took her there post haste.
Upon our return, I began looking at the chewed up manual. There are 4 manuals, actually, in English, French, German, and Spanish. Maggie just decided to chew up the German one. Maybe something to do with her heritage? Or the fact that Mark was born in Germany??? Not sure about either of those, but as exasperated as I was, Mark Howell had better not be laughing at me.....
Ben taped together the few English pages she was just beginning to taste as I caught her in the act. We should be all systems "go" for Saturday.
Didn't want to leave Ben alone, so he went with me to Home Depot, where we had a list of things to purchase for the building's foundation. This list included 6 pieces of lumber, 10 feet long, and 26 bags of pea gravel. I admit it, I pulled a bit of a "poor female" routine to get some much-needed help. I had no stinking idea where these things were in the store. I found a sympathetic female employee, and we started gathering up items. I washappy to see our dear friend Jacob in the lumber area. He postponed lunch to help load lumber and gravel. With Mark's Toyota pickup bed filled, we headed back home...again...and I unloaded every piece of it, all by myself. Mark would've been proud.
Add a run to the bank and the pharmacy to pick up much-needed prescriptions. Check. And I recycled, filled both vehicles with gas, and washed two loads of laundry. Even typing this makes me tired.
This is a different sort of blog entry for me. No great deep philosophical truths revealed to me. No messages from up above. This was just a normal busy day in the life of me. I was too busy to have time to think, too busy to feel sorry for myself, too busy taking care of my sick child. Too busy taking care of the little details that God trusts me with, while I'm giving all the big stuff to Him. And that's okay. There are plenty of days to miss my better half. Plenty of days to cry. Plenty of days to think of what might've been. But today, well, today, I just lived. I accomplished much. And it feels good.