Friday, January 25, 2013
home from school sick
Faith is a lover of Ramona Quimby and no matter how many times she reads the books and listens to the audio books, she never gets tired of them. Thus, I am quite familiar with all the Ramona stories myself. In one of the Ramona books (Ramona Age 8, I think), Ramona barfs in class, gets sent home from school and spends a couple days at home recovering from a stomach bug. Ramona's third-grade teacher assigns the class to write get-well cards and Ramona's day is significantly brightened by the delivery of a large manila envelope filled with get-well cards from her classmates. Of course, big sister Beezus had to bring her down to earth by telling Ramona that teachers use get well notes for handwriting practice.
When I was a grade-school girl, I have a memory of my own sick-day story. In fact, when I hear that part of the Ramona book, I picture my very own childhood living room where I rested on the sofa during the days after my tonsils came out. I remember the sun shining in the front window printing a patch of golden afternoon light on the textured navy blue carpet. I remember a little girl from my kindergarten class standing at the storm door with a big manila envelope of get well cards. There were few words since we were in kindergarten, but there is just something undeniably moving about having friends say "we miss you" even if it was an assignment by the teacher.
Which brings me to my story today. It's a short story because I have limited time at the computer. In fact, I'm on the kindle and it's hard to blog on this thing. Long, very long, story short, yesterday my doctor ordered a blood test, based, I think on a question or two I answered in such a way that caused her to consider that I had a pulmonary embolism (that and my history of super clotting). I gave my couple of tubes at the lab (until yesterday I thought only ER docs ordered tests "Stat"), had breakfast, schooled a little and then the nurse called to tell me the test was "high" (not good), and a CT scan of my chest was scheduled. It was not a PE, thankfully, but after further tests today I did learn I have a DVT in my left leg. I spent a long time at the hospital but I'm home, resting in front of a fire, watching London Hospital, and stitching. I'm good. I have to give myself twice daily shots of Lovenox for a week and take coumadin for at least three to six months, but I'll spend a nice weekend in front of the fire watching the snow sparkle on the tree limbs out my door. And that's as far as I am projecting right now. I plan to continue my posts on budget cuts, but for now I shouldn't sit at the computer with my leg down.
If any of my classmates would like to practice their virtual handwriting or picture-drawing, I'll be here waiting.
at 9:06 PM