So today I went to the doctor. I hadn't been there in 5 years. That's how often I get sick - about every 5-7 years. He seemed a little bit excited to see something different than garden variety colds and flu. Happy to oblige. And after a little visit about how contagious I am (not at all, except to babies and small children, and anyone who hasn't had chicken pox), and what kind of prescription he was calling in for me, I was out the door and on my way to the pharmacy. Short and sweet, just the way I like doctor's appointments to be.
So far, it's just made me a little tired, and it's a little bit sore to the touch. After hearing how painful it can be, I consider myself very lucky. Maybe my little homemade salve was helping out, after all. It was 1 T coconut oil, 5 drops each of melaleuca, lavender, and frankincense oils. And after I realized what I have, I also added in eucalyptus and thyme oils. It hasn't spread any more and one of the patches seems to be going away. I'm still counting heavily on the antiviral prescription to knock it out completely, and much faster than going it alone, but I like knowing that I can help myself a little bit too. There's a bit of the pioneer country doc in me, I think. If I must be sick (and apparently, every 5 years or so I must), then at least let me learn how to help myself a bit.
I'm lucky that it came now, instead of later. We have trips planned in early May and again in July to go and see Lexi and Mia for their 8th birthdays and subsequent baptisms.
Drezden has learned to roll over, and he is smiling all the time for me when we visit via FaceTime. It used to make him look worried to see me talking on this little tablet, but he's grown used to it, and he seems to enjoy me talking ridiculous baby talk to him now.
Hayden stole a toy dinosaur from the local craft store the other day, and had to suffer the shame of returning it and apologizing for the petty theft. It made us all wonder: why a dinosaur? Particularly, why a teradactyl? It remains a mystery.
Curious what appeals to us, sometimes... However, her life of crime was cut short, she served her sentence honorably, and she now knows the joys of a clear conscience, after suffering the woes of a guilty one. (Although, I suspect not for the last time... that little one is a pistol.)
Ronna had a birthday this last week. Rex sent her to a spa for the day for a facial and massage - now that's my idea of a perfect day! One of these years I wish I could actually spend some time with my girls on their birthdays - I'd like to get in on that spa day with them!
And that is life in the OC for this girl. Little ones getting bigger and learning new tricks (and not always good ones!), FaceTime chats, celebrating birthdays from afar, and coming down with the creeping crud. (It could be worse - it could be on a visibly prominent part of me. Like my face.) I'm lucky it's confined to a small area on my left torso. But I need to go - it's time to take that big horse pill they prescribed me to banish it. Hopefully forever. Wish me luck and send cards.