Updates and hopefully helpful information about Mono

I posted on Monday about my son who had been sick for a few days.  The thing about it was that I knew what was wrong.  I really did.  I just started doubting myself for reasons that would probably take too long to explain here.  But, when your son can’t really walk for a few days, you start thinking of other, really horrible scenarios, and sometimes it’s easier just to take him in and have a doctor confirm it.  Only, our doctor isn’t really helpful like that.

He didn’t see anything that made him think anything other than injury, but I knew it wasn’t an injury.  So, I put a stop to his line of questioning and asked him if it could be related to Mono.  Andru was diagnosed with Mono (Mononucleosis) last September, so he’s had a rough go of it the past few months.  But the doctor looked at me like I was nuts and proceeded to tell me The Symptoms Of Mono.

Only, Andru wasn’t diagnosed with the normal symptoms; in fact, the doctor we took him to in September said he just had a virus and was literally ushering me out the door, but I pushed.  My son could barely move his arms to pick up a glass of water.  That is not normal!  He looked at me weird and said the only thing he could think of was Mono but he didn’t think Andru had it (probably because he only had a minor sore throat and he didn’t have a fever).

Surprise!  The results were Mono positive!

Monday, I had his pediatrician doing the same thing; but not only that, he was even doubting the last doctor because apparently he didn’t run the right test.  So, here’s where a helpful tip comes in.  When a doctor is testing for Mono, make sure they do the blood test that takes longer and not just the finger prick test.  It actually gives you levels that you can compare to these types of flare-ups that happen after the original diagnosis.  (I suppose I should caveat all of this and say that I’m no doctor, but I wish I’d known about all of this when Andru was diagnosed the first time)

His pediatrician decided to run the blood test and also to run a test to rule out childhood arthritis or anything more serious.  The more serious things were ruled out, but the Mono test came back with a level suggesting he has had Mono in the past.  If I had taken him on Thursday, the levels could have been higher, suggesting the virus is active right now.  Either way, I knew it was Mono-related on Thursday so I didn’t bother taking him in because there’s not a whole lot they can do for Mono.

Even though everyone else knows for sure now, it doesn’t change the fact that Andru will most likely be dealing with symptoms for up to the next six months.  However, he doesn’t get the usual symptoms.  And I suppose that’s my next bit of helpful information.  Everyone is different.  Different bodies do different things.  Not everyone is going to manifest an illness the same way.  I just wish doctors would be more aware of that when they are looking into strange symptoms that they can’t quite identify.  Oh yeah, and actually listen to the child and the parent.

Andru actually started feeling better on Tuesday and has been back in school and doing his normal childhood things, thank goodness.  A huge thank you to everyone who offered words of support on Monday.  They meant a lot to me!

SoCS – Christmas is how close?

I’ve had a hard time focusing on the blog lately. The only thing I really want to do is crochet. I started early this year with the Christmas presents, but wouldn’t you know it… it probably wasn’t early enough. Maybe it was because I picked larger patterns for my family. It wasn’t just a quick scarf or those slippers I started and finished one but couldn’t figure out how to do any more. (I really have no idea how I did the first one and the yarn is a bitch to work with, so I finally just threw it all in a bag and it’s still sitting in a corner)

My brother’s wife is going to have a baby some time at the end of December or early January, so about two weeks ago I found the cutest baby blanket pattern that I’ve been working on. My boyfriend says I’m obsessed, and I actually am because I think about it when I’m at work; and when I’m home, I hurry through everything else just so I can sit and crochet the blanket.

I would post a picture of it, but my brother and his wife read my blog, so that’s not going to happen. Sorry guys! You’ll just have to wait!

To say I’m excited about a baby in the family would be an understatement. I’m getting to that point where I want a baby in my life but my kids are too young and in the family, my son is the youngest child. We weren’t surprised that my sister-in-law ended up pregnant. They only just got married a few years (or was it a year) ago, so chances were they were going to have at least one together. More power to you, brother, but I can honestly tell you that I wouldn’t want to start over with more kids of my own.

I can, however, be a spectacular Aunt!

I just realized yesterday what day it was and that Christmas is creeping closer and closer and not only do I not have any presents (other than what I’ve made), I honestly have no real idea what to get anyone this year. The only person who actually told me was Adelle. Is it just boys? Do they just not care? I received an email from Adelle about a month ago telling me what she wanted. I asked Jaxon a few days ago and I got a shrug and, “I don’t know…”, which is his typical answer for just about everything these days.

Not entirely sure where this post is going or even where it’s been, but I suppose that’s all. I’m just really obsessed with crocheting right now and it doesn’t seem to matter how close Christmas is, or that I have things I need to get done. Chances are, you’ll find me on the couch crocheting like mad.

At least I’m creating something.

This random post is brought to you by Stream of Consciousness Saturday which is hosted by Linda G. Hill. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “-clo-.”  Use a word or words that contain the three letters in order, and base your post on it/them. Enjoy!


SoCS – Two Too Many, To Be Honest

When I was worried about the prompt I posted for today, I think I was really only referring to myself and how it hasn’t inspired me to write anything. I’ve honestly had a full, well actually more than 24 hours to think about it. I’ve tried not to because we aren’t supposed to plan our posts, but I’ve had a hard time getting it out of my head.

The one thing it did make me think of was a lyric to a song and I have been singing the song in my head all night (that’s what it felt like anyway).

If you follow my blog, I posted a song by Pentatonix two weeks ago and I’m not trying to use SoCS to post music lyrics (I’ll save that for tomorrow), but this was just too perfect to not link to it. They did a remake of a song called Misbehavin’ and this is the lyric playing in my head while I write this: “And I’ve had two too many, but I’m just doing this to pass the time.” UPDATE: Okay, so this is what I get for not really doing any research for my posts. Pentatonix actually wrote this song, so it isn’t a cover. Thanks to Lisa in the comments for pointing out my pretty terrible mistake!

Listening to the song made me think of my daughter though – even though the song is most definitely about relationships. I received a phone call last night from a very homesick Adelle and we had a good chat and a cry together. I can handle her being too far away when I know she’s happy and she is loving school and her chosen career path, but when she is hurting, all I want is to call the airlines and fly her home with whatever money I can scrounge up.

To be honest, when she is two miles away and I don’t see her for days or even weeks, I miss her. The miles don’t necessarily matter, they just make it easier or harder to get to where your heart is.

My advice, such that it was, was to be fearless and fierce. Haha, I have no idea why that particular word came into my head, except that there are only a few words I think of when I am describing my daughter and two of them are tenacious and fierce. Does everyone think there child is a badass, or is that just me?

Anyway, I know this post is all over the place, but at least I managed to put in the few phrases that got stuck in my head when I came up with the prompt.

I have a busy day ahead of me, but I’m planning to read everyone’s post at some point this weekend.

Happy Saturday everyone!

Stream of Consciousness Saturday is normally hosted by Linda G Hill on her blog, but I stepped in to help out while she was gone this week. The prompt for today was “to/too/two.”


SoCS – My son and his love of the game

Seeing the look on my son’s face last night when I told him I had box suite tickets to the local college football game for today was priceless. I would have told him about the tickets sooner, but I knew he had a friend’s birthday part to go to and I didn’t think he would want to miss it.

When I asked him about it, he said he would talk to his friend. The party starts earlier in the afternoon (which I found slightly weird for teenage boys) and he was hoping to go for a few hours and then leave. I said, “Once he finds out why you’re leaving, he’ll forgive you.”

Jaxon said, “He’s not really a sports fan.”

My response, “Never mind. If he doesn’t like sports, than he’s going to think you’re an asshole for leaving his party early.”

Jaxon spent the rest of the ride home talking about the game and how excited he was to go. It sounds to me like he’s going to go whether his friend never forgives him or not.

I know not many people reading my blog are sports fans. Maybe there are more of you than I realize, and if there are, even better! But we are huge sports fans, my kids and I. We were watching the Dallas, Cowboys game on Sunday night and it turned into a real crap-fest for the Cowboys. I love watching them play, but lately, with all their injuries, they’ve had a real rough time of it.

Jaxon counted down the hours all day. “Only two more hours.”

“For what,” I asked.

“Mom… the Cowboys!” He then gave me that look, like I should have known.

I was surprised he chose to stay at my house to watch the game. His Dad is a huge Cowboys fan too, so normally, he watches it with him. But this time, he decided to stay. There was a lot of swearing and nail biting and general sadness for the whole thing. Our cries of excitement were full of desperation.

The Cowboys ended up scoring a touchdown in the last two minutes to tie up the game, which was pretty miraculous given how they played all day. But, I knew there was too much time on the clock and, of course, the Saints went right down the field and got within field goal range with only about 30 seconds left on the clock. When I looked over at Jaxon, he was devastated.

Watching an NFL kicker set up on about the 30 yard line is a no-brainer, for the most part. It’s going to happen about 90% of the time. But wouldn’t you know it, the ball hit the goal post and boinged out onto the field. I screamed and looked over at Jaxon. He had his hands over his face, so I told him, “They missed, honey. We still have a chance.”

My son is a true football fan. I don’t see my son cry very often, but he actually started crying. He told his brother they were happy tears. I only wish the tears would have helped our poor Cowboys, but they ended up losing in overtime.

So, there you have it. My son and his love of the game! I’m excited to spend some one-on-one time with him today watching our Utes play, and it’s supposed to be warm and sunny, so basically the perfect day for some football – laughing, screaming, swearing and cheering!

This out of the ordinary sports post is brought to you today by Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda G Hill. Today’s prompt was to begin and end your post with a letter ending in “ing.” Feel free to click on the link and join in or read other amazing posts.


OctPoWriMo – The Choice

The Choice

The tell-tale signs
That life has begun
Eats it’s way into my heart
Am I ready to make such a choice…
To let life grow
Changing the course of my own forever
…or to end it all with a quick trip
Continuing on my uncertain path…

For some… the path leads elsewhere
For me… the choice was easy

Twenty years later…
Is a light in my life…
The joy radiating through my being
…when she calls and tells me stories
Of her successes… and failures
I know… in my soul
…that I made the choice
That was perfect
For us

OctPoWriMo asked us to explore a choice we made in our life that we wouldn’t change. I wasn’t too terribly young when I had my daughter at twenty, but it was still one of those things in my life that I look at and wonder where I would have been if I had made different choices. But every time I do, I realize that any of those choices would have given me a life without my daughter and I wouldn’t change that for anything.

OctoPoWriMo 2015

11 Questions My Son Has Asked Me Recently

I know what you’re thinking… you’re thinking this can’t possibly be an interesting blog topic because most of the questions kids ask are pretty benign. Except, we are talking about my 11 year old son who has an imagination that blows my mind. Most of the time, when he asks a question, he is expecting an answer, but nine times out of ten the only answer I have is “I don’t know” or I just laugh because the questions are just that strange.

The game I started playing was to come up with an answer that is as strange as his question, and sometimes I’ve even managed to shock him. Most of the time, though, it leads to another question or we walk down that path of alternate worlds and what would happen if…

What I can tell you is that whenever Andru is around, life is more interesting.

And so, here is a list of eleven questions my son has asked me recently. If I had an answer to the question, I have included it in red.

  1. Mom, what if someone ate your foot? I’d cry pitifully
  2. Mom, what would you do if you were mind controlled and someone made you eat someone else’s foot? Enjoy the hell out of it (This one managed to shock him and he told me it was weird, but I responded that it was no more weird than his question)
  3. What would you do if there was a psycho killer hunting you down?
  4. What would you do if you had the ability to blow up worlds? Sit in a corner, wringing my hands and laughing maniacally
  5. What would you do if I turned into a zombie right here and now?
  6. What would you do if someone ate your phone?
  7. What would you do if you didn’t have any arms… just hands? Where would the hands be? Coming out of your shoulders. I’d slap myself in the face.
  8. What if you took a pill that made it so you were younger but you took too many and you became a baby?
  9. What if someone ate your nose?
  10. What if we used the last of the ketchup and there were no more factories to make it?
  11. What would you do if a little kid walked up to you and started gnawing on your elbow?

I hope you enjoyed this small foray into my son’s imagination as much as I enjoy it every single day.

SoCS – Truth or Myth?

Did you ever wonder why our parents found it necessary to scare the shit out of us when we were children?

If you eat cookie dough, you’ll get worms in your stomach…

Don’t crack your knuckles or they’ll get big and gnarly and gross…

You’d better go to bed early, before the boogie man comes to get you…

The thing about these little bits of scariness is that in this particular day and age, there is so much information floating around just at our fingertips. You want to know if something is true or not? Type the question into Google or just ask Siri.

I made the mistake of telling my daughter the knuckle thing just recently and she laughed at me. She happened to take a medical anatomy class in high school and her teacher said it was a myth. If anything, cracking your knuckles actually helps release tension and is good for your hands. There are things that can make your knuckles huge and your hands gross and gnarly, like arthritis*, but it doesn’t happen from cracking your knuckles.

Obviously, the other ones I’ve listed are clearly scare tactics, but there are others that actually make you wonder, is that really true? I’m betting that most of them are crap, and it makes me wonder why parents find it necessary to feed their children lies. We are raised that lying is a bad thing, but we are inundated with them when we are children – Santa Clause to name one of the big ones.

I remember when my mother told me the truth and I cried and cried. It was traumatizing, but somehow we make it okay to do this to our children as, I don’t know, “all in good fun?” I admit that I did the same thing with my own children, but I wish I hadn’t. I wish I had felt the same way when I was younger that I do now. I started to change my ideals as they were growing and I didn’t make a big show out of the “reveal;” I just stopped hiding the fact that I was the one putting the presents under the tree. They eventually figure it out on their own and either ask or just start talking about it openly, but I no longer agree that lying to our children, especially in an attempt to control or scare them, is the right way to bring them up.

I still have things I say that make me stop and think, is that really true or is that a myth too? Luckily, I have all that information at hand, and you can bet I ask.

It always makes me laugh when an intense argument happens over information. Why don’t we just look up the answer? I usually do. Some of that comes with being a perfectionist… although now that I think about it, that isn’t an entirely honorable reason to want information. I don’t like feeling like an idiot when I firmly believe something is true, only to find out it’s been bullshit all along.

Perhaps it will make you think twice when you pass along a myth you heard as a child. Nine times out of ten, there is no validity to the claim whatsoever.

*I would just like to point out that I didn’t look up whether arthritis does this to your hands, although maybe I should. 🙂

Note: It must be my mind frame, but I honestly thought this post was going to have a bit of fun in it, but I think it comes across as something else, and since it’s stream of consciousness, I can’t change it… So, just know that I really meant it as a funny, “geez why do we do this” post, and not a “what kind of monster are you?” sort of thing.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G. Hill. Today’s prompt was “information.” Feel free to click the link and join us! (and now the link is actually there…)