My plan involved summer camp in July (that is happening now), a visit from grandparents (my parents, aka Didi and Bop) and a lot of free time, too. At the same time, it became clear that we've all needed a round of medical appointments. Call it a tune-up. Or an overhaul, whatever, we need some "fixing." We had a little less than two weeks off between the end of preschool and the beginning of camp.
To summarize, we had four days last work week before Canada Day. There were also four medical appointments. I was extremely grateful for the help of two extra adults (grandparents) whose trip from Virginia coincided with all this.
It's also coincided with me feeling generally yucky. Early in June, I went to the doctor for a 9:15 AM appointment, feeling swollen and sore and out of whack. Our Professor/the twin's dad was out of the country, beginning field research in Colorado, in the Rockies. I was managing two dogs and twins on my own. I dropped off the preschoolers, walked to the doctor's, and passed out there.
No really. I lost consciousness.
So, when I came back to myself, vomiting and being generally mortified, I got a ride to the hospital in an ambulance. My twins got an unexpected Monday night sleepover with the preschool director's family. Another friend took care of my dogs. A third friend sat with me at the hospital. The Professor booked a flight home and cut his week of field research short..with only one day in the field. At 10:30 that night, I came home from the hospital--nobody really knew what happened, hopefully it was a fluke. I spent several days just resting as much as I could. I was extremely grateful for all the help I received--thank goodness for all these friends!
However, I still don't feel great, and since then, I've had another appointment, more blood work, and look forward to a referral or two and maybe some more lab tests. It's been a...time.
I also wrote a CBC piece that got little notice...but recently, another writer linked to it and used it as a jumping off place. I'm not linking to that second reference, because the writer maybe misunderstood what I wrote, or why I wrote it. There's no need to give someone publicity for misrepresenting me. I was upset, because there were some assumptions in that response that are wrong...and I wrote this person a note. That's all for now. I got no response, and maybe I never will. Oh well.
Before twins, I felt deeply troubled by or sidelined by negative comments, by inappropriate or unkind words about my work, or even hate mail or threatening phone calls I received as a result of my writing. These days, while I try to listen and understand that feedback, I read it, maybe learn something, and move on. I even sometimes have to report it to the cops, and then? I'm done. My work is important to me, but it's only part of who I am...and even when I don't feel good or have a lot of work, the 'show' at home must go on.
This week, camp started. I've made 14 or so jars of strawberry jam, 3 loaves of bread, and cooked a few meals. I've packed elaborate snacks and lunches for 5 year olds going to the big kid "traveling day camp" for the first time. I've written some, sent out some emails, done some work. Today, one of my twins had another appointment...and it took the Professor more than half his work day to deal with it.
I had a physio (physical therapy) appointment at the same time. In Canada, you can sometimes have acupuncture as part of the appointment. For a little while after the treatment today, I felt as though someone had taken off a very heavy burden. I felt better, without the soreness I've felt for weeks. It was an unexpected gift.
I'm very grateful for all the help I've had lately. We've enjoyed big adventures despite the medical stuff (new big boy twin beds! new bikes with training wheels! the wading pool...at last!). I hope to do more...everything. Soon. Until then, let's sit on this virtual porch, play a bit, and visit. Please...drop me a line to say hey. My boys can't wait to do a lemonade stand, too. :)