Deven is sick, sick, sick, sick, sick. He has what has been confirmed by a Doctor to just be a nasty cold. If it had been something involving vomit that last sentence would have had at least one more “sick” in it. His nose is all sorts of runny and stuffy and post-nasal drip has caused him to have a bad cough. Sometimes he snorts and coughs so hard, he cries. At one point he coughed and cried so hard that he broke several tiny vessels around his eyes and on his cheeks, causing a rash of petechiae that resembled cute little freckles. Only, it wasn’t cute at all because you have to cough or cry really hard to cause that to happen.
There is a silver lining: Vance had this virus first and then passed it to Deven. I didn’t get it. I know it’s not over yet, but I am calling this because by now I am usually sick. Deven and I share everything, except this time! I really hate seeing my baby boy this sick, but I kind of giggle at the fact that Vance, who never gets sick, was the one to share the joy this time.
I’m not allowed to give him any medicine that may help the congestion thanks to the FDA pulling every single kid-drug off the market to reevaluate dosages for young children. Unfortunately, the drugs were put back on the market without the dosages for children under 4. The government says I am not allowed to help my sick kid, who is miserable and cant breathe through this nose and can’t sleep because of it, until he is at least 4. Please. When I have a cold I don’t allow myself to suffer, but I am supposed to let my kid suffer? And apparently those drugs don’t work? Please, I put that one to the test. They work about as well on my two year old as they do on me. Why aren’t we the ones allowed to decide how we get to treat our kids?
Based on that assessment alone, you can probably figure that I am not to pleased with the recent Health Care “reform” rulings. It wasn’t a surprise that it passed, nor was it a surprise that it went from a possible to public option to lining the pockets of the government-made “insurance” monster. Whether you were coming from the end that supported the out-right socialization of the health care industry, or the end that wants a free market solution, this bill is just a sham. Anyone with half of a functioning brain could see that, yet there are still drones who are crying “victory” over it. Yay! The Government is finally putting the shotgun to the head of the giant out-of-control Insurance Monopoly it created! Oh wait, but then they are putting the gun to your head forcing you to pay the insurance monster. But at least they can’t drop you if you get sick. *rolls eyes so hard they fall out of my head and roll across the floor* IT BENEFITS US ALL! *cries*
I bring you, The Deven Story To End All Deven Stories.
This morning I went outside to feed our dog. I turned around to go inside and low and behold, the door is locked. It’s something new that I have noticed Deven has been doing when someone goes out the back door. He turns the bottom lock behind them, but luckily someone else who is capable of unlocking the door is usually inside. Not the case this time.
Because I knew Deven could lock a door, I figured I could get him to unlock it. No. He just stared at me. Went about his business. Found my car keys and decided to set the horn off. So I am outside banging on the door, yelling at Deven to unlock it, crying for help, all while the car horn is going crazy and Deven is standing there holding the keys. Mocking me. Laughing at me. “Looky what I got that you CLEARLY NEED.” His revenge for every night when I lock him in his room at bed time.
I live right across the street from the complex office, so I tried to get the gate to open so I could run for help. We’ve had trouble with the latch that keeps the gate shut. It’s been broken in the past. It can easily be opened from the outside, but it’s really, really, REALLY hard to unlatch from the inside of the yard. So I am jerking with this thing, crying for help, and freaking out. I can’t open the gate and I can’t jump the fence. I’m too short and I am wearing crocks, for god’s sake. No one is outside to hear my cries. Deven is alone in the house with my car keys. You get the idea. It’s total chaos.
So I find a brick and I decide the only way I am going to resolve this situation is break the window on the door. Turns out the windows are double paned, and it’s not easy as I thought it would be. I bang on the window twice, barely leaving a scratch before I realize I am about to break a window with a two year old inside by himself. As soon as that glass shatters he will run right for that door, and then we’ll have an emergency room bill along with a bill from the landlord for the window.
So I take the brick and bash against the gate lock and it pops right open. Just like that. Wow.
I ran across the street, my face streaked with tears, my hair a mess, in my less-than finest pajamas. The maintenance guy comes and unlocks the door for me. Deven is sitting in his high chair (another new thing he has learned to do) and playing with the keys looking as innocent as can be. So I give him breakfast. I am delaying his punishment. You never know, he may do something adorable enough for me to let this one go.
Yay! For once I’m not going to blog about pictures, or my kid, or pills made from strychnine! I’m just going to type some shit down and see where this one goes.
I have been reading like a mad woman lately. It turns out not having cable will do that to you. I finished One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s nest and it was amazing. The movie was terrible by comparison. I think the only people who really appreciate the movie are those who never bothered to actually read the book. Thats fine, by the way. It’s only bad when the person adapting the book into film forgets to read the book. I think that may have been what happened with My Sister’s Keeper. I started that one right after I finished Cuckoo’s Nest and I could not put it down. Seriously. It became troublesome when I was abandoning my parenting duties to read. I saw the movie a couple of months ago and cried my eyes out at the end of it. I decided to read the book and when I was done I was SHOCKED, literally STUNNED, and plain old SURPRISED by how different the book was. It as though whoever adapted the book into film just kind of skimmed through the pages and took note of the characters’ names and certain events and just ran with it; Wrote his or her own story. That is just not how you adapt a book. You don’t change certain key events, like, you know, the ENDING.
I just started reading Little Children by Tom Perrotta. I’m all about the book-to-movie adaptations lately.
Speaking of writing, all of the hard work and stress I put into my Persuasive paper for my English class really paid off. The paper was on the drug war and the teacher loved it. She not only accepted it on the first try, but she also asked if she could use it as an example paper for future classes. Holy. Crap. I worked until literally the last minute on that thing, over-thought until my brain cried for mercy. I was sure there was going to be editing issues, but there weren’t. I am so damn proud of myself. Maybe one of these days I’ll publish the paper to the site for all to enjoy.
I have to write an article analysis next, and I literally have no clue what I am doing, or looking for. I have never done anything like that before in my life. I don’t know if this next paper will get the same response as the last.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go clean Windex off the floor. My lovely two year old decided to empty a bottle of it all over the kitchen.