So, when I came home from the hospital I had a rough patch. I was throwing up(I know you didn't want to know that. I am sorry for possibly ruining your lunch but it pertains to the story so stick with me) I couldn't walk up and down our stairs, I threatened the children's lives if they even came within feet of my incision, and basically overall I think it was the first time in the boys lives they ever saw someone really sick.
Well things have begun to look up for me. I am feeling much better, moving around pretty great and in the last day or so I finally feel like things are starting to get back to normal around here. Hallelujah right?
Oddly enough, as soon as I was on the mend Ethan has developed some strange phantom illness with symptoms unlike any I've ever seen. You diagnose it.
- He has a raging fever...unfortunately our thermometers don't work on his kind of fever. Our thermometers read a cool 98.6 but he has informed me they are broken and he is actually much closer to 300 degrees.
- He can't walk and definitely can't climb stairs. He begs me to carry him( which is definitely out of the question right now) and moans as he slowly drags himself up the stairs.
- He screams if anyone even goes near his leg. His leg hurts SOOOOOOO bad and he doesn't think he will ever be able to walk on it again.
- He actually asked to go to bed early last night because he is "just too sick to be out of bed."