Sick Week
We are all sick. Daddy isn’t, but the kids and I are all stuffy and snotty. On the upside, we are all sick at the same time. Usually, the colds come on one at a time where Ty is sick and gets Kyle sick who then gets Taylor sick, then I’m sick, then Ty, and it’s a nasty cycle that lasts two or three weeks. But this time, because we all got sick together, it may last only a few days (hopefully). We have a recital coming up for the piano students on Saturday. I hope we’ll all be healthy enough to go.
Last year, I threw my back out saving my kids from some grackels whose babies fell out of their nest. The birds kept dive-bombing us, so I carried my kids from the car to the front door while feeling grackels’ claws on the top of my head! This was days before the recital. Now this year, I hurt my back again, just in time for the recital. Great. I was pulling weeds and wanted to get the tough ones out before the heavy rains came, which soak the earth and make it impossible to pull the suckers out. I had been working on them for a few days and finished the last ones yesterday, after it had rained some. Later, I went inside the house to wipe the mucus off of Taylor’s upper lip. I bent down, and I felt my muscles tighten. Then I was in pain!
See how the psoas (silent “p”) connects to the vertebrae and the hip. In the Army, it’s called the “hip-flexor muscle,” and it helps when doing sit-ups. Obviously, I haven’t done a sit-up since I left the Army.
Ty is the sickest of all. He usually is. He is lethargic, watery-eyed, and breathing heavily. But his colds get better and less symptomatic as he gets older. Kyle seems to have gotten over his cold in a matter of hours. He is already pulling Ty’s hair and taking Ty’s food. Taylor doesn’t get much sleep at night but makes up for it by napping all day.
