My dear friend Ailey inspired me to write a post, but I'm going to have to put it off.
I'm trying to not feel too sorry for myself here. I was looking forward to having the morning to myself at the dojo after dropping Scott at school. I'd have the first real chance to do some writing in several days.
Because I started the job. I'm working for the man. In this orientation period I'm largely shielded from the stressful aspects of home health. I won't even be going on home visits with therapists/nurses for a while. Instead I've sat in the middle of the office warren with a computer monitor working my way through an online course on hepatitis.
The office culture swirling around me is pleasant. I think this will work out ok.
Due to Scott's school schedule (half days only on Fridays) I'll work a 4 day a week schedule, with Fridays off. So this morning's plan was to take him to school, and nip over the dojo for a few hours until pick-up time.
I'd be just gathering up my stuff right now to fetch him, had things gone to plan. He woke me at at 4:30 this morning to tell me there was "some diarrhea in the bed."
Two weeks ago we had the nausea and vomiting. The advice nurse said the vomiting should be tapering off in a few days and the trots could go two weeks. We had daily diarrhea, with some lapses and relapses, ending the Wednesday before last. He's been in school since then.
This Wednesday it was Connor, the morning after the Dinner From Hell. (Subject, perhaps, of another post) It appears to be short lived, with his return to school Thursday. But the intermittent nature of the symptoms keeps me from counting on it, and I may have doomed myself with the phrase "short lived".
Witness this morning. After the first wake-up Scott was in the bathroom two more times, excreting copious amounts. I sighed and weighed the options. He was entirely chipper, talkative even--way too talkative--and didn't seem sick. I remembered the advice nurse's...advice...that he could go to school as long as he had enough bowel control to get to the bathroom and was under about 3 movements a day. Well, we'd had three already so we were in a gray area. I made the call to keep him home and he hasn't had a movement since.
Gary said bye bye and went to a meeting, or a series. Said he'd be late. Left me with a child who's bouncing off the walls. A child I feel duty-bound to insist upon educational activities as opposed to video games or videos on You Tube. And that means I have to enforce it.
He held up his end of the bargain and read a couple books online and took quizzes afterward. So I let him play with the computer for a while. He's waiting for me to read to him from "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" right now, while playing the piano in such experimental ways I can't think straight.
Hence the Delayed Post.