After Colby's behavior the last couple of days, along with the buckets of snot in his throat and nose, Dr. Mama is officially diagnosing him with a head cold. Fan-damn-tastic. That means Colby is officially on lockdown, not going anywhere for a few days, and we have started the "sick SMA kid protocol." Giving extra neb treatments and bi-pap time, cough treatments around the clock every 3 hours even through the night, and lots and lots of TLC. Going to call Cincy in the morning and see if we can get a prescription called in. Also got out the humidifiers and I have both of them running full blast. All of this makes me officially pissed. We don't have time for this! Even though Colby doesn't have school this week, we have a lot of other stuff planned. So we have to nip this nastiness in the bud before it gets any worse.
Okay, that's the bad news. Good news is to the best of my knowledge, my Christmas shopping is done. Finished. Finito. Completed. I went out yesterday and was on a mission. I had a list in one hand, an ink pen in the other, and a don't get in my way glare in my eyes. My 1st stop was the liquor store. Can't go wrong there. Next stop, K-Mart. Not just any K-Mart, the most horrible, dirty, ghetto K-Mart in the world. But like I said, I just wanted to get done so I went, it's the closest store. Surprisingly enough, my experience there wasn't bad at all. The cashier checking me out was as slow as cold molasses and she had a speech impediment, but other than that I was able to get a lot accomplished. Last stop was Kroger. I bought 10 blocks of cream cheese, yep, 10. There will be some serious cheesecake and cheese ball making around here this week.
Want to hear the cutest story? If you look under our tree, the only gifts you will find wrapped and ready to go are the ones Colby bought when they had the Santa shop at his school before break. One of the aides in his class took him shopping and let him pick out gifts for everyone. Then they wrapped them, sent them home and they're sitting under our tree. Hilarious. These little bags that read to Mom, from Colby; to Grandpa, from Colby, etc. It just looks so cute.
I didn't get near the stuff I wanted to get done around here today, but that happens when you have a sick kid, SMA or not. Priorities get switched. Naps get taken. Football games get watched (did you see the Colts FINALLY won a game this season?!) We'll tackle it all again tomorrow and see how Mr. Colby does.
Time for bed. Have to get up in 1.5 hours for Colby's cough treatment. I'll leave you with this final thought: just what exactly is Who Hash anyways? What is in that can, or do I even want to know? I picture it to be much like Spam. What do you think?
Poor Colby! And poor you! Hang in there, Mama.
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