Posts Tagged ‘illness’

More Thoughts on Flylady and Illness

November 21, 2009

This past week I never knew if or when I would suddenly come down with the dreaded gastrointestinal illness. Because of that, I didn’t put off for one moment any chores that needed to be completed. The laundry was done immediately. I didn’t procrastinate about exercising on non-Jazzercise days. Yes, these tasks are in my Control Journal. Yes, they are assigned to certain times of the day. Yet, on typical days, I sometimes find myself, for example, putting off doing the laundry. Instead of doing it immediately when I wake up (because I always have a load set on the washer’s timer that is just getting done when I get up), I sometimes put it off until right when the kids are waking up. Or, even worse, sometimes until right after lunch. There is no reason for this procrastination. No reason at all. Laundry first thing in the morning fits perfectly into my routine.

When I don’t do it immediately, however, it becomes a tiny little nagging chore in the back of my mind instead of a completed task to be mentally checked off. It was a relief to always have those chores checked off, even if I were getting them done in anticipation of possibly NOT being able to do them for awhile.

So, it was a gentle reminder this week not to put off any little daily task that’s in my Flylady routine “just because.”

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Flylady and Throwing Up

November 19, 2009

I really, really, really do not do up-chuck well. But, here’s a small glimmer of something positive: by keeping up with my laundry on a daily basis, at least I am not having to deal with Mt. Washmore AND Mt. Pukemore!

(Sorry. Joey says that I’m too graphic. This is just my lowest moment of parenting. Have I mentioned that I really, really, really don’t do up-chuck well?)

Monday, Monday

November 17, 2009

Yesterday was definitely Monday. First, Peter, whose brain does not function typically, was extremely agitated. On Saturday, while we were hosting Bethany’s shower, he and Joey had made a trip to get some firewood. Somewhere along the road, his wheelchair bounced out of the back of the pick-up and disappeared. We can’t find it. Pastor Bob loaned Peter an adult-sized wheelchair that had belonged to his father, so at least he has some wheels while we are waiting to order a replacement, but dealing with an over-sized wheelchair was not something Peter wanted to do yesterday. And he made sure that we all knew it.

Then, Tim and Margaret started throwing up. Any of you fellow mothers of large families know the dread that rises up in your heart when two of your kids start vomiting/coughing/running a fever because it probably means that you are in for a week of tag-team vomiting/coughing/fevers as the illness makes its way through the family. I shudder just thinking about this.

Finally, to top off the day, Levi, as he was leaving our home after supper, rolled and totaled his car. Talk about throwing up. That’s what I wanted to do when we went to get him after he called us on his cell phone to tell us what had happened. Instead, I burst into tears. We went ahead and took him to the hospital to be checked out and two troopers met us there while one went to the scene of the accident. The trooper at the scene called and asked one of the troopers with us if the person in the car were alive because it looked like an unsurvivable accident.

Now, I want to throw up, again, myself, just thinking about it.

All I can do over and over and over and over again is thank God for sparing Levi’s life. God even generously spared Levi from any injury. It was amazing.

So, after we got back from the hospital, I was getting extra blankets and “barf buckets” and some Sprite for Tim and Margaret and I went right up to bed without shining my sink.

Joey had already done it.