Man. I hate blogging hiatuses. I didn’t get a red underline on that, so I’m going with it, but the word hiatuses bothers me. Hiati, that would seem more appropriate. Probably it would just get autocorrected to Haiti all the time, which would mean something entirely different.
The thing is, I’ve been hiating (I’m out of control) on everything these days, because you can just be going along, life life life, and then some variation of the Big One hits and the world zooms in to a singular focus and that’s it, that’s the focus and everything else is whatever that word photographers use for blurry background. Something like bouquet. Darnit, now I have to go google that, hang on. Bokeh. I got a red line on that one, but I saw it on the internet so it has to be right.
So I’ve been zoomed in extremely close on this sick little boy and bless GOD and the MOG that my mama is here because everybody else in the vicinity is fed and clothed and relatively emotionally healthy and we’re gonna make it through. But I haven’t been doing much of anything, like blogging or cleaning or parenting or exercising, so you, the bloggerati, have been equally neglected.
We talked the docs into letting us go home last weekend because they were scratching their heads and out of tests and we just wanted to scratch our heads at home for a week or so and see if things improved outside of the hospital environment, and I think they have.
He’s feeling a little better. Whatever is going on abdominally still seems to be an issue, but we’re getting him to eat well and to sit up for his meals, and he seems to be tolerating short walks from his bed to his living room cot, etc. I’m feeling hopeful today that we’re on the upswing.