Explicitly Ambiguous

In his case that means medicine for his skin. Creams, etc. Unfortunately I’d forgotten buying a new tube of hydrocortisone cream and sticking it in something that I put pens in on the back of my desk. He knows it’s no mans land but evidently curiosity got the best of him.

Like I’ve said before I haven’t been sleeping with this fucking cold. I found out tonight that I CAN sleep sitting upright on the fucking couch. I fell asleep without meaning to and the kid went into his Dr. Ben Casey routine. He woke me up saying something was wrong. I nearly fell off the damned couch. I noticed his pants looked funny. They were almost shiny at the hems. He had spread over half of the tube of cream on his feet and legs. He said he was sorry so I tried not to get too upset. I got the pine tar soap and cleaned his feet and legs while explaining to him that this was the reason that *I* do all of the skin medicating.

I warned him that if he’d managed to find (he won’t… it’s put up where he can’t get hold of it) my capsazin cream and applied it to his feet and legs that he’d have been screaming and crying from the pain. Hell, I don’t use it unless I absolutely have to… almost did last week but remembered the pain of swollen lips and eyes and decided to live with the pain instead.

Anyway I think he understands now why I’m Dr. Mom and he’s the patient.

Richard’s off tomorrow through Tuesday and he’s told me to take it easy so I can get over this crap.

Think I’ll spend Sunday in bed covered in Vicks and try to sleep until this shit is over.

I will be so damned glad when I feel better. I feel like I’m missing days with the kid. I sleep a couple of hours at a time and then I’m wide fucking awake. I would cheerfully scream but I’d end up winded and coughing. Fuck!

He’s dead.
Fuck him.
The end.

Richard took last night off too. I feel like I’ve barely seen the kid the past few days. This shit makes me feel so weird. My ears are popping and I have blown my damned nose until it’s sore. I hate colds.

I think we’re ordering chinese later today. I’m going to kill this shit with hot and sour soup.

I’m tired of this crap…

Sad news but not unexpected.

When Richard heard he mentioned that his Grandmother babysat Ford when he was a baby. Odd the things you find out at times like this.

They fixed it this morning. Richard and I are both sick. He stayed home from work because I didn’t think I could stay awake and keep track of the kid. I’ve been sleeping all day and came in here to get something to drink and use some vicks on my chest. Off to lie down again. This crap sucks.

And I’m still freezing my ass off. The maintenance man hasn’t made it here yet. Fuck being nice next time they get called holiday or not. It’s colder inside than it is outside probably. Richard decided to try the old “take a nap and they’ll show up” routine. The kid is lying on the couch covered up and sneezing off and on. I’m sitting here with icicles hanging off my goddamned nose and with hands that are hurting so badly that dipping them in hot melted sugar would be a blessed relief.

And of course the one who is coming is not the one who was intending to take it apart and actually fix it. It’s the other one who thinks if he gets it running it’s all hunky dory.

I fucking hate heaters and winter.

It went out Christmas Eve. We couldn’t see getting someone out on Christmas Eve or Christmas day to fix it so we made the decision to tough it out. The night before last wasn’t too bad. But last night and this morning suck. It’s 25 degrees right now. I’ll pay for it with swollen and aching joints. The kid is fine. Wrapped up still asleep.

Next time we probably won’t be as nice.

Ahhh shit… screw it. I can barely type.

Long night. The kid refused to go to sleep he was so wound up. So Richard and I stayed up almost all night waiting for him to go to bed so we could do our thing. We weren’t as interested in getting gifts as we were in “being Santa”. We love that more than anything. The kid made a haul. Santa brought him 3 videos he wanted, Cars (which I loved), March of the Penguins, and Narnia.

But the big hit of the day were the paleo-conservatives. Thank god for the Mammoth Site and another site where I found a 19 inch rubberized hand painted soft wooly mammoth. Found that one last week and took a chance on getting it before the big day.

He’s been hugging the big guy all day and shaking the snow globe. lol I’m pretty sure there will end up being a herd of large mammoths roaming through out apartment.

This will be the last post until after Christmas.

Richard finished our digital Christmas card a few days ago and he rendered it into a banner sized image so I could use it for my blog. It’s our Christmas card to all of you… my multitude of readers. *cough* lol

(You can see the card thru the Xmas Cabin theme. Theme switcher is on the right.)