middle of the ocean

I am in the middle of the ocean.

My arms are tired.

I am in danger of drowning.

Or freezing to death.

And though I look, desperately, to the horizon for some kind of hope...

for some promise of a better tomorrow...

there is only darkness.

On Thursday & Friday I was home from work.

Two bonus days off, hanging with the kids.

Or so I thought.

Instead on Thursday I got the stomach flu.

Vomited all night, got dehydrated

& spent Friday night in the ER with my mom.

(Good people watching, that's for sure.)

Doctor gave me fluids and sent me home.

Said come back if I had a headache.

So of course Saturday morning I wake up with a killer headache.

Roxanne & Ferris came to hang with the boys

and Josh & I went to the ER.

The wait was remarkably shorter.

The doctor was concerned for meningitis 

or brain trauma (from all the violent puking)

so I got morphine & fluids

and a CT scan.

CT scan was clear and I was sent home with Vicodin

& advice to drink a lot of water.

 

Stayed horizontal until Sunday at noon when Jack started vomiting.

He threw up every half hour for seven hours.

Poor baby.

Then today he spiked a super-high fever

so I took him to Urgency Care

only to wait three hours, 

have his fever go down on its own,

and never be seen.

Seriously.

Just keep swimming,

just keep swimming...

What do you do?

You swim, swim, swim.