Triple Feature

If my current life happenings were a drama, they would be a triple feature in a theater with sandwich seats. You know, the cheap seats that fold up and nearly eject you into oblivion? Also, I'm pretty sure that my car in this Game of Life is double parked. I hope the theater's cops aren't patrolling at these hours.

You might say that things have been a bit...

insane.

I cordially invite you to the screening of my home school life triple feature, through pictures and captions. (Don't you feel special?) I just hope I don't get a ticket for being double parked, as I need that money for some Happy Pills. (Just kidding...maybe.)

MY BIG FAT CRAZY HOME SCHOOL LIFE

(Opening scene: Payton Family Home/ Sunday, Oct. 31, 2011)

I was nauseous. 

Queezy. 

Phenergan was the only thing that kept me from upchucking like a woodchuck named Chuck, chucking wood, if a woodchuck could chuck wood.

It was bad. Not pretty at all. 
Worse than the above joke! 

So, I will begin with an opening shot of

my adorable cats.

(Act 1 - Setting: In-Law's Home, Monday, Oct. 31, 2011)

Enter: Dr. Evil.

A.K.A.

"The Sore Throat."

(Complete with blisters. Yuck.)

(Act 2: The Payton House, Nov. 1-6, 2011)

  

My mom spent most of last week with us, cooking up a storm. I was still unable to eat solid foods, but she was determined to get some homemade goodness into me. One of the things that she baked was this lasagne. We tossed my portion into the food processor. It was delicious!

I swear this lasagna had magical powers.

Enter: THE Manic Monday

(Act 3: Settings: The Payton House, and Children's Hospital, Nov. 7, 2011)

This is week #10 of my liquid/baby food diet. Yesterday, I still had the evil sore throat. I also had an abundance of rare energy that I attribute to that lasagna. I was feeling positive. I had plans. Tate had mentioned that his throat was getting sore, and he felt a bit warm. I suspected that he had caught my virus, so I decided to take the day off of school, clean the house, and have everything perfectly in order for Tuesday. Yes...I had plans. I was tying on my super cape, and feeling in control...

BIG MISTAKE.

All of a sudden, I couldn't find Tate. I had literally just had a snuggle-time conversation with him five minutes before he went missing. I knew that something was wrong. It was that freaky sixth sense feeling that all moms have. I looked through every room, hoping that he was hiding from me...being silly.

I found him in a ball, in the middle of his bed. He was sobbing and shaking. He couldn't speak. His eyes were glazed over. He was not on planet Earth. I called my mom, who is an R.N.. I told her about his symptoms, and that I thought he was having a silent seizure. She came right over.

 Long, terrifying story short:

We took him to Children's Hospital.

He was burning up. It was confirmed that he indeed had a febrile seizure. It was due to his sudden spike in body temperature, and they ordered further testing to be done on another day. You see, Tate has Tourette's, and that can complicate things. Better safe than sorry.

They kept him for half of the day, making sure that his temp was down to an acceptable level before we left. That was a long night. We both slept on the recliner/couch. But he made it through like a champ! I'd say that was enough manic for one Monday. 

(A HUGE "thank you," to all of our friends and family who prayed for our little guy!)

(Act 4: Scene: The Payton House, Today, November 8, 2011)

Final Scene.

It was so pretty this morning...

...that I almost forgot...

...I was still siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick.

Um, wait...

...let me turn up the "hotness" meter:

Yeah, that's better.

(Sorry, guys, I'm taken.)

Juuussssst waitin' on my strep test...

It was negative, but my doc seemed to think that was because I waited NINE days to get tested.

Silly me.

"Yessss, sir! I will take the meds! No problemo!"

On the way home from the doc's, I hatched a plan. It was brilliant. It was fool-proof.

Well, the word "fool" did sum it up perfectly:

"Nap time."

He looks sleepy, right?

Any minute now...

Crud. 

Not gonna happen.

THE END

*Please dispose of all popcorn containers, candy boxes, and drinks into the trash receptacles. 3D glasses are to be deposited in the recycle bin. Thank you for choosing Payton Theaters.*

So, that was my week. How was yours?

P.S. I hope to return to my usual blogging schedule by next week. But then, we all know what happens when I make plans. ;)

Cheering you on & checking the fuel gauge,

Layla

P.P.S. I CANNOT bring myself to leave on such a negative/sarcastic note (though sarcasm is one of my drugs of choice). Let me just say what an AWESOME God my family serves! This is our second child to have suffered a seizure. This is the second time God amazed us with His love and care in this specific way. It continues to amaze me at how He so faithfully provides me with a manna trail to follow. I may not always get a loaf of manna, but there are always enough crumbs in life's trail to sustain me. He truly is the Bread of Life. It's in these especially difficult days that I realize how fragile I am, and how POWERFUL He is.