Saturday, March 16, 2002

Interesting night around here last night. My mom brought C. home shortly after 5 and said he'd just gotten very sick in the video store. He was so embarrassed. They got him a bucket in time but he was still feeling very ashamed. Finally got him convinced that the ladies who helped him were both grandmothers so they'd seen plenty of sick kids in their lifetimes. We made flying trips to the bathroom every two or three minutes until after 1AM. He is so much like me when he's sick. The whole come here - go away thing.

The poor dog couldn't figure out what was wrong with his boy. Everytime he'd put his head on the couch beside him, Christopher would yell "Dozer! Go away!" Finally had to put Dozer outside. When the dog is upset, he retaliates. Last nights retaliation was to shred the bags of leaves in the driveway. Lovely. Anyway, we're all fine today. A little tired and grouchy but fine. Todd had to work and then had an early morning meeting so he missed all the fun. Lucky guy. I think I'll make him rebag the leaves.

posted by Lisa 3/16/2002 11:42:00 AM | link it |

Thursday, March 14, 2002

Five more days til I see the endocrinologist! I am so anxious to start feeling better again. I'm a little apprehensive that they'll find something major wrong but overall I just want to get to the bottom of it. I don't know if it's possible but I actually feel worse since I started getting better rest, drinking lots of water, and eating better. I took a B complex vitamin in the morning and a multivitamin in the afternoon every day for a couple of weeks and felt really lousy then. I stopped taking them and that new ickiness went away. Maybe my body is so used to being abused that it won't accept me trying to take care of it.

I had a really good stream of thought going but the cat bailed into my lap and I lost it. I swear my posts would be downright captivating if not for the distractions around this place. Get the kid to bed and the dog needs something. Get the dog settled down and here comes the cat. Get rid of the cat and the phone rings. Phone ringing wakes up the kid. Kid winds up the dog. Dog chases the cat into my lap and here we go again.

You watch... as soon as the kid has grown and the dog and cat have long passed, I'll be a force to be reckoned with.

posted by Lisa 3/14/2002 10:25:00 PM | link it |

Monday, March 11, 2002

Lots of thinking about and talking about the documentary on 9-11 that was on CBS last night. I had to stop watching after they identified the horrific crashing noises as the sound of bodies falling. What I did see was enough to keep me awake most of the night. I can't help but think of the people who jumped. They were truly courageous, as were the firefighters and other emergency personnel who remained in the building after the first collapse. All of this makes me question what I'd do. As a victim trapped above an inferno, would I leap for the slimmest chance at living or would my fear hold me back? As a firefighter, would I run as fast as I could away from it all to save my own neck or would I stay put and try to help others?

Now I feel guilty for turning it off when it got to be too much. At the same time, I'm lucky that I could turn it off. Some of my friends couldn't change the channel or leave the room that day. Those friends and the millions of other New Yorkers who continue to stand their ground, to live in the dust and relive the memories day after day - they are courageous, too and I have a newfound respect for them.

posted by Lisa 3/11/2002 06:39:00 PM | link it |