The Greener Grass
It’s been a rough time at the Town’s End. I’d planned on doing a nice little write up about my WIPs, but—as plans often do—they fell through. Heck, I even missed Featured Photo Friday.
My daughter picked up a cold at either daycare or preschool over a week and a half ago, and brought it home to infect the rest of the family. She rebounded with a day or two, and returned to being an active 3-year-old.
I didn’t pay too much mind to the cough, since my son has been coughing his entire life. But when he came down with a fever that didn’t go away after three days, I took him to the doctor. The fever stemmed from a double ear infection, but the doc was more concerned about the raspy sandpaper-like quality to his breathing. 
After an antibiotic shot for the ear infection, three nebulizer treatments, and a chest x-ray, we were granted leave to go home. The boy teetered on the edge of hospitalization, according to the doc. They don’t want to call it asthma yet, but he’s got a new best friend in Albuterol, a vacation with Amoxicillin and Prednisone, and the occasional visit from Acetaminophen and Ibuprofen.
Life is tough when you’re 8-months-old.
Though the girl escaped the major symptoms of this viral infection she’d brought home, she couldn’t evade one of life’s oldest forces.
Gravity.
Trampolines are fun, and with the net surrounding it, I thought she’d avoid the usual jumping-related injuries. Well, she landed wrong with her arm underneath her on the jumping mat, and dissolved into tears. After icing it, prodding for breaks, and wiggling fingers, we couldn’t see anything wrong with it. We asked where it hurt. It wasn’t the shoulder, or the elbow, or the wrist. Just the middle of the forearm. *sigh*
She winced and teared up every time the emergency room doctors tried examining her arm, but the x-ray thankfully didn’t show a break.
I’ve taken over 20 hours of sick time in the past two weeks, and most of that hasn’t been for me.
There’s a saying that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. I’ve never seen it that way, and that hasn’t changed. Yes, my son may have asthma, but at least he’s breathing. Teachers consider my daughter developmentally delayed because of her speech, but she’s attentive and figures things out quick. I might not be a best-selling author, but hey, I finished writing the book.
My grass is pretty darn green.
Have you hit any bumps in life? Does it seem like other people have greener grass than you?
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