Noah’s sense of body autonomy is so strong right now. So when he came down with what I am pretty sure is a flu (could be too much sun, but a friend had the flu so – yeah, sigh) he was both upset and indignant. He wanted to go to the doctor’s right away. He wanted to know why he threw up and how to make it stop. He wanted to talk to his stomach and tell it not to do that. He wanted to make sure towels were everywhere so he wouldn’t get anything dirty. He wanted to know if his pyjamas will wash clean.
This is his second vomiting flu and the difference is enormous. Last time he didn’t really understand what it was and would throw up and then kind of ignore it and then throw up and so on.
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Next week was already extraordinarily hard and this is just going to confound it worse, especially if I get it. I have to have an ultrasound on Monday because I am having some big issues that are probably thyroid related. The biggest being that I feel like I am choking, all the time, down in my throat. This started on Tuesday and it’s really triggering and gross, and it may be a cyst. But it may also be subacute thyroiditis, just an unusual kind.
Anyways I have to schedule that and then a follow up doctor’s appointment, my car needs to go in again (it didn’t even work long enough to trade it in!), and work is crazy.
At least it’s not a brain tumour. The possibility was discussed because of nerve issues I’ve been having, which probably trace to my back and my back injury low these 24 years ago. But then I have to follow up on those too.
And oh yes Thursday is Noah’s birthday and Sunday is his party. Whee! Seriously I am looking forward to both, except the attendent work involved.
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If it was too much sun it was honourably earned. We – all three of us! – went to the arts festival in the park and it was fun. I was remembering how Noah danced there for the first time two years ago – his first unassisted standing, and he chose to bounce up and down to the music wildly. This year he ran back and forth to the wagon, proving that he didn’t HAVE to stay with his parents while still keeping us in sight. And he told me not to dance, but I did anyway.
