Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Still Got It...?

First, a short update on Jax.  He is doing awesome.  Better than awesome.  I am not sure if there is a word awesome enough to describe the resilient little fighter I have been blessed with.  Sometimes I look at him and think that he is a divine being, an angel.  He certainly looks like one!

If you don't know me personally, I can tell you that my son and I could not look more different.  I have long dark hair, dark eyes, and olive skin that tans a deep brown during the summer.  My son is a blue-eyed towhead with a peaches and cream complexion.  If I didn't know any better, I would question if he was truly mine!  Usually though, I look at him in amazement and wonder if there is a God, and if he/she sent me an angel to make sure I learned whatever lessons I was supposed to learn in this lifetime.

Last week I learned about gratitude.  I am so grateful that Jax seems to have survived last week unscathed.  We are off of the breathing treatments and steroids.  He is breathing easier, eating better, and seems to be well on the road to recovery from the RSV/bronchiolitis challenge a few weeks ago.  He lost a lot of weight, but we are hoping he will get back on that growth scale soon.

I received many comments from folks who follow this blog, and most said they cried when they read about Jax's ordeal.  So, this week I will attempt to elicit tears of laughter from you, instead of making you sad or fearful for us.  Please, do not feel bad about laughing at my expense!  I had to laugh, remembering what happened as we headed to (yet another) doctor appointment.

Last week, we were driving to a follow up appointment with Jax's pediatrician.  The sun was shining, and he was doing so much better, I could hardly believe he had been in the hospital a mere 24 hours beforehand.  I, on the other hand, felt truly haggard.  I hadn't slept in days, (what's new), and I was fighting my version of RSV, which had manifested as a nasty cold.  In short, I felt like the floor of a taxicab, and I am sure I resembled a homeless crack addict.  But, I digress.

Thanks to the hospital visits, sleepless nights, and overall feelings of ill health, I hadn't seen the sun in a while.  I wanted some fresh air, so I had all the windows rolled down, and found myself grinning because there was no labored breathing coming from the back seat.  So, with the loopy grin still settled on my face, I stopped at a red light, and then a brand spanking new red porche pulled up next to me.  In it sat a Silver Fox.  You know, one of those hot, older, rich men with hair that is starting to gray at the temples?  Hot.  Older.  Rich.  What more could a girl want?  (Well, MH is pretty hot himself, being a muscle-bound longshoreman and all, but a girl can have fantasies too, right?!).  

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice that Silver Fox is looking directly at me.  He is smiling.  Well!  I feel myself sit up a little straighter in my seat.  I must still have it!  I think to myself.  Even after 22 months of sleepless nights, several recent panic attacks over my son's health, currently being violently sick myself, AND being unshowered and in sweats, I STILL GOT IT!  I am elated!  Nothing can take away my obvious allure, I think excitedly.  I sneak a peek back, and now Silver Fox is wearing a broad grin.  He is definitely staring right at me.  I smile back.  And then I realize...

As I mentioned, I had all the windows down.  But I forgot to mention one minor detail.  I am blasting Charlotte Diamond's "I am a Pizza" song.  Very.  Loudly.  If you have ever heard this song, you know that it is inane at best, and definitely ridiculous.  (See link below to hear it).  Thanks to my former life as an early childhood education specialist, I have been unconsciously singing along (loudly) AND engaging in the hand movements for Jax's benefit in the back seat.  I start to sweat as I realize it looks like I am alone in the car.  Singing and performing hand motions.  Acting like a full blown lunatic.

Just as I start to turn redder than the stoplight, it thankfully turns green and Silver Fox speeds off with a little wink at me.  I roll up all of the windows to avoid any future embarrassment.  I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and oh God, do I ever look destroyed.  Besides the red nose, dark under-eye circles, and sallow-looking skin, I have ambiguous stains on my tattered sweatshirt, and some telltale bleach stains on my sleeve.  My toenails look like talons, and my hair looks it hasn't been brushed all day.  Oh that's right, it hasn't.  I sigh, and vow to start getting dressed before leaving the house.  Oh yes, and I definitely need one of those Baby on Board signs, just in case Silver Fox drives by again...

Hope my misfortune made you chuckle.  Feel free to leave me a comment.  I am dying to know if this has happened to anyone else!

Here is the link to the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2Zwvyhms8c

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