I think my house may smell. I wouldn’t know, though, because I seemed to have lost my sense of smell for the most part. Occasionally I’ll get whiffs, usually smell returned during a dirty diaper change. how fortuitous.
Because I can’t really smell, food is a texture thing. Cheetos have been a nice companion. Their crispy, crunchiness is divine when the offspring is crying nonstop because his ears hurt him. I ignore the MSG warning and instead concentrate on the loud crunch, crunch, crunch in my head. Crunch. My head is in a bucket, or under a crochet blanket, or something that is keeping me from seeing and hearing the real world. And no, I’m not under any medication, in case you were wondering. I blew my nose so hard that my ear popped briefly and I felt alive again! then back to head-in-a-box. I hate sicknesses that are very contagious and that make the doctor say “well, you just have wait it out…” Don’t get me wrong, I do prefer not medicating just to medicate, but I feel a little hopeless at the same time. Grrrr.
Summit seems better, I am feeling optimistic that we won’t have to go to the hospital. He’s being silly again, dog piling my patient cat-dog Snickerdoodle and making his handsome face. He still doesn’t want to eat or drink though, I keep stuffing his face in attempts to give him some calories though. I don’t want to have to turn my car seat around again! I wouldn’t really, I was just being dramatic. I don’t care if he goes a little below 20 lbs. I’m not turning it around.
Rolo puked a little bit ago. She had the decency to jump off my bed first, but still, come on, go to the tile! My attempts to have her throw up in the toilet didn’t work out so well the last time I tried so I threw her in my bathroom and stayed to make sure she didn’t run to the carpet. It was very dramatic, as Rolo was in the air the vomit flew out of her mouth landing with a loud splat on the tile. YES! Then she tried to escape back to the carpet, but I grabbed her and held her down. Feeling her insides lurching made mine as well. I let her go…I was dry heaving in my hands, trying to stop the vomit-y feelings inside me.
Like really, I think my house may smell. I just got another whiff. What the heck? Maybe a dirty diaper from this morning when my poor Dad watched Summit so I could sleep? perhaps. I don’t know. and I have this huge zit the size of Alaska on my forehead. Really? Really??? I never have zits.
Drew just came over to entertain me, he walked in the door and- NO LIE- the first comment out of his mouth was “it really smells good in here.”