Tuesday, February 26, 2008


I'm still climbing out of the abyss of illness ... every cough leaves a resounding echo in my head and makes my teeth hurt, not to mention the residual aching in every sinus cavity ... but I digress.

I plan to be fully back into training mode by Friday ... I've sent memos to all pertinent body parts. I'll send out the follow ups and do phone calls tomorrow. You really have to get a grip on the situation. Being sick for more than 3 days is completely unacceptable.

I've also alerted my husband, who patiently (with the qualities of Job) nursed both my son and me for days and days that he must not succumb to the wiles of this evil virus flu "thing". He says, "he'll get right on that".

So other than hacking up pieces of lung every few minutes (Doug usually pantomimes picking up something and asks if I want it back) and trying to catch up on everything I've let slide for the last 10 days, it's business as usual.

I've made a few additions to the layout on the blog. If you're still reading every now and again - check out the new "Check out these blogs" section. They're good surfing fun.

More hopefully soon.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Motherhood, "the flu", and Endurance Training

Endurance training has provided many valuable lessons. The most recent relates to motherhood and the flu. My son didn't feel well on February 6 and 7, so naturally, I kept him home from school. We played legos, watched movies, and tried to "feel better". He had a slight cough - but seemed otherwise fine. By the weekend, we were active and quite busy. On Tuesday, the 12th, the coughing returned with a vengeance and kept both of us up all night. Wednesday afternoon found us at the emergency room with a high fever and uncontrollable coughing. Dominic had a febrile seizure around 4pm that afternoon. This was the second occurrence of a seizure due to a fever spike - this one didn't last very long at all and he did NOT lose consciousness. By the time the 911 woman verified my address, it was over. We still took the ambulance ride to the ER though and spent just a fabulous evening watching Disney videos and waiting for the doctor. After a few tests, the verdict was viral and "he really should be growing out of these by the time he's 5 or 6. Well, he 5 years and 3 months ... so I guess we're on the cusp. Anyway, Nancy, our Children's Minister, for whom we are truly grateful, came by with some sandwiches, cheetos, and kit kat bars - we were the envy of the staff apparently ... who kept coming into the room asking where we got them. We got home about 10:30pm on Wed night with the instructions to give him lots of fluids, motrin around the clock, and try to keep him rested. Naturally, I stayed up all night checking Dominic's temperature. On Thursday afternoon, he seemed to be doing a bit better, but I still kept him pumped with Motrin. By the time Doug, husband extraordinaire, arrived home on Thursday night, I started to feel as though I had been hit by a truck - high fever, cough, anvil on my chest, chills, ... it was bad. I went straight to sleep and was unable to get out of bed until Saturday afternoon. There were times on Friday, when I actually felt like I did at mile 22.5 ... thinking, "just a few more minutes, maybe you will feel better in just a few more minutes - ok, now breathe, ok, that hurts ... try to breathe - good, now - empty your mind ... just hang in there" - it was exhausting. Thankfully, it allowed me to get a few minutes of sleep here and there.

There it is, another excellent reason to train for an endurance event, it increases your stamina to get through seeing your son in an ambulance, going without sleep for 48 hours, and last, but not least getting through the flu.

Dominic continues to do well, he hasn't had a fever for over 24 hours now and his appetite is extremely good. We're content to watch movies, blow our noses, and cough in sync at the moment.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008


I'm not procrastinating today, honest. I've been quite the productive one ... since sometime around 9:00PM on Monday night, I just kicked it back into gear. I even woke up at 5:15AM this morning to run my 4 miles so that Doug could get to the voting polls by 7:00AM (which didn't actually happen because he turned off the alarm when he realized I wasn't in bed - but that's another story).

I did, however, make it to the polls early this morning (and Doug went around 11:30). I managed to get some things knocked off my list and even went to the eye doctor. I'm actually getting to the point now ... by the time my vision cleared (I'm always a bit concerned to drive after having my pupils dilated - but I'm digressing again), I was checking my email and came across an interesting ad for a movie about the challenges woman faced obtaining the right to vote. I do take the privilege of voting for granted and often forget that as a woman in the late 19th and early 20th century, my opinions wouldn't count in an election.

The following excerpt is from the email from Doug's aunt Carolyn -

[The movie, "Iron Jawed Angels,"] is a graphic depiction of the battle these women waged so that I could pull the curtain at the polling booth and have my say. I am ashamed to say I needed the reminder.

All these years later, voter registration is still my passion. But the actual act of voting had become less personal for me, more rote. Frankly, voting often felt more like an obligation than a privilege. Sometimes it was inconvenient.

My friend Wendy, who is my age and studied women's history, saw the HBO movie, too. When she stopped by my desk to talk about it, she looked angry. She was--with herself. "One thought kept coming back to me as I watched that movie," she said. "What would those women think of the way I use--or don't use--my right to vote? All of us take it for granted now, not just younger women, but those of us who did seek to learn." The right to vote, she said, had become valuable to her "all over again." HBO will run the movie periodically before releasing it on video and DVD. I wish all history, social studies and government teachers would include the movie in their curriculum. I want it shown o n Bunko night, too, and anywhere else women gather. I realize this isn't our usual idea of socializing, but we are not voting in the numbers that we should be, and I think a little shock therapy is in order.

It is jarring to watch Woodrow Wilson and his cronies try to persuade a psychiatrist to declare Alice Paul insane so that she could be permanently institutionalized. And it is inspiring to watch the doctor refuse. Alice Paul was strong, he said, and brave. That didn't make her crazy. The doctor admonished the men: "Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity."

---> Ahhhh, now I get the link to the post title ... "Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity." - I thought that might apply a little to my marathon training. Looking back at a few posts, I seriously considered I was insane to try a marathon, especially after not exercising for five+ years - but now I'm considering it was a demonstration of courage!!!! (Coincidently, I'm sure I'll try to work courage vs. insanity into my current passion for legos - although, the lego obsession parallels my 5 year old's interest in those dear little plastic pieces).

I also came across this post from artist, Christine Kane - 66 ways to build your courage. I'm fairly certain that participating in an endurance event should be included ...

Monday, February 4, 2008

More lego organization needed

The first week in January, I had a post entitled "Trying to organize my legos". Well, in truth, my legos are still unorganized. At the moment, even Dominic's lego's are unorganized. The creator legos are mixed in with the construction legos, and the castle series legos, and the firetrucks, and the police helicopter ... pieces are everywhere, mainly underfoot in our family room.

As for mine, well - I've signed up for a half marathon here in March (only 54 more days to go) - but I haven't quite focused on it yet. I'm still trying to work through the apathy. I feel terribly behind on everything - it took me an entire day to go through "the mail", there are still Thank you cards to write (for all of you who helped me through the race), taxes, status reports (yes, Doug - I know I didn't turn one in this morning ... but we had to watch the Super Bowl!), and finish packing away our Christmas decorations - The snowflakes are finally coming down from the ceiling in the basement ... I know, it's going to be a difficult adjustment, but it's time. Apparently, there power was sufficient this year to provide two days of snow, however - or maybe that was because I never took them down from last year. Who knows?

So other than the obvious and quite welcomed input of "work through the apathy" ... suggestions on EXACTLY HOW to do that would be good. I guess I could start by organizing Dominic's legos ... or at least picking them up from the floor(the ones that were missed by the wee Prince in his attempt to help clean up), but being the Princess of Procrastination today I have chosen to blog instead of tackling any of these things. Only time will tell what tomorrow's diversion will be. I hope I can get back to "normal" soon - stepping on legos is annoying.