Friday Fragments!

I fell asleep drinking a cup of coffee, it’s 2:30 a.m., technically Saturday.  Let’s see how this is going to go!

“Friday Fragments” are bits and pieces of your week that are usually brief; too short for a stand-alone post, but too good to discard,” instructs Mrs.4444 over at her blog, Half-Past Kissin’ Time.

Last 4th of July, Grant and I took Tyler to see his first fireworks.  We wanted to be a bit of a distance away because Tyler did not like loud noises.  It turned out that we were a bit too far away, and you could hardly see anything over the trees, and Tyler liked the booming sound just fine!   This holiday, we started hearing the booms from outside our home.  We stepped out and there were the fireworks, clear as day!  Who knew that I had to go no further than my front door to see our township’s fireworks?  Tyler and I stood, holding hands, Tyler jumping up and down, with Grant joining us towards the end.  I think it will be the first fireworks he will remember and the first Fourth of July he really understands.  He kept pointing out all the American flags everywhere, even signs that were red, white and blue all year long!

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For the 5th year in a row, San Jose construction worker Joey Chestnut was the 4th of July’s Nathan’s Famous Hot Dog Eating Contest Champion.  I went crazy trying to find this live and was able to get it streaming live via ESPN 3!  I knew Tyler would think this would be a riot and sure enough he was rolling around and jumping on my bed, unable to contain himself.  We made “funsies” bets on who would win and he was right!  My favorite moment of the “sporting event”:  “You may notice that Chestnut is favoring his left side.”  “That’s right, Bob, Joey has been having some trouble with bursitis in his left shoulder, will this affect his game?”

I spoke in last Friday’s Fragments about my creditors calling me all day long.  Yesterday I decided to check my caller ID to see how many times they are actually calling me.  The number?  Over 30!  It no longer even bothers Grant or I, except it can get be a nuisance during one’s nap time.  So now I’ve just taken to putting the phone out of my bedroom so the calls won’t bother me.  You’re wasting your time, guys.  We’d pay if you could, really we would.

One of those awkward moments at the…well anywhere, but I was at the gynecologists’, and as people are inclined to do there, we ask others how old their newborns are or how far along they are. “When are you due?”, I asked. “Seven weeks…” and manic me jumped in and said, “Oh, seven more weeks to go, that’s good,” I replied.  “No, I am seven weeks pregnant.”  She must have been used to seeing people’s mouths drop open because she said, “Yeah, I popped early.”  Popped early?  Lady, you look like you are going to pop any second! That was the biggest pregnant woman I have ever seen, seven weeks or seven months!

Last Saturday morning I gracefully fell up the stairs.  I fall a lot due to the medications I take interfering with my balance, or perhaps it is just my diseases, who knows.  I am always lucky when I fall, nothing broken, but this time I did sprain my right wrist.  No need to go to the hospital I have all the pain medicines right here, but it has hurt me a great deal this week.

Tyler feels very badly for me, especially now that my Invisible Illnesses have become partly visible due to my ACE bandage.  Grant told Tyler to give mommy’s arm a kiss and say a prayer, that maybe that would help me.  Tyler asked me where it hurt and said, “God, I wish Mommy’s arm would feel better”, gave it a kiss, and looked up to Heaven.  Another day this week, again asking where it hurt, he kissed my arm and said, “God, I wish Mommy’s arm would feel better, all better.”

And you know what, for a while, both times after he prayed over me, I did feel better for a while, as a child does when a Mommy kisses a boo-boo.

Happy weekend, all.

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About mamasick

Emily Cullen is a pen-name. I suffer from chronic illnesses and diseases which include Bipolar Disorder, Asthma, Diabetes and Fibromyalgia. I had battled Lupus and Rheumatoid Arthritis but there is no longer evidence of me having these diseases and my Rheumatologist has declared them to be "burnt out" of my system. I am separated from my husband, “Grant”. Our son, “Tyler” was born in September of 2006 and suffers from tics and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and is delayed in fine and gross motor skills. In my blog I seek to let sick moms know that they are not the only ones going through this, and to educate people about what can happens when one becomes catastrophically ill. I also strive to break down stereotypes of what a “Welfare Mom” is like. Anything that I have gone through due to being sick, is written on the pages of Mama Sick.

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