Sunday, July 18, 2010

I'm Sorry, Do You Ever Use Your Brain?"

That's probably what a nurse or someone with considerable medical knowledge would ask me if they had to chance to see how I've handled Casey's being sick this weekend! I'm such a loser sometimes when it comes to this stuff.

The weekend started off with his acting tired when we went to a festival with our dear friends and their dear children Friday night. As we met and greeted them, we sat a at a table under a tent, discussing the eating and drinking situation, when I noticed Casey looking more than tired. Being accused of over analyzing, I made a slight mention of this, but everyone agreed, and this was the first sign of impending sickness coming our way. But (and this all goes back to the title of this post) we pushed on, and I got him a drink and a corn dog and we sat and socialized while he sat, slumped, sipping his drink and not eating his corn dog (don't worry, Mom ate it, couldn't let it go to waste!).

Then we strolled looking at the crap, I mean craft booths (sorry RK), and he followed along, slowly but surely. I've learned from past experience that the power of suggestion is very strong for Casey, so I kept quietly asking Bill if he looked okay to him. If I made mention to the boy himself if he was feeling well, he would try in this strongest voice to say something to the effect of "I'm not sick! I like the festival!". When we'd seen all we could he said he wanted to sit down. I asked him if he wanted to sit down in our car and go home. He quickly said "Yes!".

The night, all night, he had a fever. I laid with him most of the night, thinking puke might be in the future, trash can close at hand. He tossed and turned and moaned and was just completely uncomfortable. In the morning I had to run to Weight Watchers but promised him a bagel from Panera, 'cause that's what I would want after being sick with a fever all night. Somewhere around that time, I thought that maybe I should be giving him some Motrin, but then, I've heard people temper children's fevers too quick and they don't have time to work and kill whatever infection might be causing the fever. I heard that. So, I shunned the Motrin. You stay hot and miserable Casey, I'll be home with your delicious bagel later!

I went to WW with another dear friend who is a wealth of information a) because she has 3 boys of varying ages and b)she actually reads. Plus, she tends to errors on the side of caution. She began quizzing me on his symptoms, asking if I had looked at his throat. "What was his temp?" she asked. "I don't have a thermometer." I answered, embarrassed that a thermometer hadn't been in our house since we had one of those nifty ear ones when he was a baby, and which had broken several years ago. "I'll let you borrow mine." she offered sweetly, probably thinking "She has no thermometer? Geeze."

As the day progressed, and after giving Casey Motrin finally, he seemed much better. He had been looking forward to a Ronald McDonald Magic Show going on at a local McDonald's (of all places). I debated on whether I should take him. The smarter half of my brain said "don't" while the "oh, he's fine, and he needs to get out" side of my head said "do". My sister called in the midst of my decision making and she encouraged me to take him, because, he's spoiled and she didn't know the extent of his sickness. And so, we did..... I know, idiot. Oh, but it gets better.

He was actually fine at McDonald's, and he thoroughly enjoyed the show, and even participated with ol' Ronald. I then noticed that his hair was sweaty and his back clammy through his shirt. Wow, shouldn't that have been a sign that he shouldn't be out? The Motrin was stopping it's magic. We ate and ran after all was said and done. We got home, and he still seemed okay.

It was a lovely day out and he wanted to go swimming. Should I, I wondered again? Maybe the pool would help with his fever..... out in the 90 degree sun you big idiot! Well, so, my dumber side won again and off we went to the pool. Stopping at 7-11 for a Slurpee was the clincher.

As I was paying, the cashier looked behind me and said "Gosh buddy, I didn't know it was so cold in here!" to which I turned to see an uncontrollably shivering Casey. Was it the air conditioner in the store, or the Slurpee? Or the fact that he was sick????????

We got in the car, and he's still shivering despite the rise in temperature coming out the door. Get this one folks! I continued to drive on to the pool! Yes I did! So we got there, and by then, his hand is shaking with the Slurpee in it,he's shivering so hard. But he's still imploring me to go swimming!

Finally, yes, finally, that common sense that seemed to be eluding me ALL day, popped in (especially after I called my smart friend and told her how stupid I had been and she sort of agreed kindly) and we went home.

Well, he fell asleep under two comforters after I gave him more Motrin. Guess he wasn't feeling well! Duh......

He had a great rest of the evening, and we did too, even though we canceled plans to go out to a concert. We were good parents that way!

This morning, he woke feverish again, and threw up. And now, he seems fine again. But guess what, I'm not taking him anywhere. Not one place! He's staying in the house the rest of the day, even if he's doing somersaults and reciting Shakespeare! Pretty smart huh? Good parenting huh? 'Bout time!

But in all fairness to me, although the boy is very verbal, he still has problems telling me how he feels, and that is further perpetuated by the fact that he is in denial when he is sick. He will fight till the end, he hates being sick. He could have his finger cut off (God forbid ) and he wouldn't let me take him to the hospital. I was trying to follow his cues instead of his symptoms, which was dumb, but, it's not the first time. Hopefully, it will be the last

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Shameless Self Promotion, and the Only Time it Will Happen!

Okay, I know this blog is centered all around my darling boy, I know this. But, since it is my blog, I feel that I can use this forum to shamelessly inform my multitudes of readers who don't experience my obnoxious self promotion on Facebook, that, I now own my own business. Drumroll please... I am a Independent Team Beachbody coach!

So what does this mean?

I represent Beachbody, a company that makes health and fitness products! Perhaps you've seen infomercials for P90X, or read here about the joy of Turbo Jam. That's where my real interest in the products started! I love Turbo Jam, and it has really changed my body.



Then, they came out with a new product, Shakeology and that one sent me over the edge. It's a fabulous product. It's a nutrition shake that you can replace a meal with or just drink after a workout or before. It's amazing and it's given me so much energy. I fell for the stuff, and wanted to get others to try it, and thus, my new business began. Here's me talking about it in case you wanna know why I love it. You can also go to www.myshakeology.com/esuite/home/boncasey and learn all about the product from the experts!



Sorry that's so huge.

So anyway, that's it in a nutshell. I would love for you to come to my site and check out all the great products. SIgn up for the free membership, and I'll become your coach and you can peruse the site and get free recipes and health info. It's a great site. You can even have your own own calendar where you can track your workouts! Just go towww.turbobonbon.com and check it out!!!! If you have any questions about the products or workouts feel free to leave it here in the comments section or hit the contact button on www.turbobonbon.com. So far, I've done Turbo Jam and Chalene Extreme and am planning on starting Turbo Fire, the latest and greatest at www.turbobonbon.com

Oh, and by the way, I've lost 40 lbs with these work outs, which you can find at www.turbobonbon.com

Okay, that's it, I'm done! Back to Casey......

Monday, July 12, 2010

White Castles. . . What Memories are Made Of



As we passed a White Castle the other day, an interesting conversation ensued:

Casey: We haven't had White Castles for awhile!
Me: No we haven't.
Casey: Not since 2008.
Me: Oh, we've had them since then, I think we've had them in the last 6 months or so!
Casey: Yeah, but remember when we had them in March 2008?

I started brainstorming, trying to figure out why he mentioned this date. Then I recalled a night when we were bowling with the family in Indiana, and afterwards, Casey, Uncle Tom, Aunt Sue, Cousin Logan and I got a "Crave Case" from White Castle. It contains what seemed like 50 of the little devils, and we went back to their house and ate way too much. Casey, as I recalled thought it was a hoot! Wanting to test his memory further the conversation went on.....

Me: Yeah, we had them after we went.. oh, what did we do that night?
Casey: We went bowling in Indiana!
Me: Oh that's right, and it was in March huh?
Casey: Yes, March 22nd, 2008!

I grabbed my cell phone and delved into the calendar, going back to 2008, March 22nd to be exact. And it was a Saturday. And I'm pretty sure it was the day we went. I'd bet a White Castle on it.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Summertime and the Livin' is Easy...


well, for Casey anyway. He's begun his third year at Camp Able, a camp for kids with "disabilities" (hate that term). So far, the three weeks have been quite good, with just a small setback the first week that I attribute to not quite being acclimated yet.

On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, they go on field trips, based on the theme of the week (this upcoming week's being "Party Palooza"). On Tuesdays and Thursdays, they stay at the camp home base, go to a local park for activiites, and the local indoor pool. The home base for camp is a charming old school house, nestled in the center of a small town area. The counselors are all college students, mostly girls (which Casey loves), and most are majoring in Special ed, or something along those lines. It's a great set-up.

Case has been really "into it" this year, checking the schedule the camp provided, and discussing the next days events. He particularly likes to talk about who is going to be with each counselor at the various activities, information that is provided on the chalk board each morning, so the kids know who they will stay with on the field trips or at the pool. It changes from day to day, and Casey runs up to the board right away when we get there and announces the line up. I have to appreciate that on days they might be going to a busier than usual venue, he usually has a one on one. I love that they are so aware of his propencity for walking away if something catches his eye, and how one on one attention is quite necessary sometimes.

I love camp because I can drop him off each day and know that a) he will be away from the computer for hours b)he's around a lot other kids, whose names he mentions at home, a good sign of a little bonding and c) he's having fun being part of a group. Plus, he's going to so many places that I would probably either not take him to, or have the chance to do so!

I have to draw the line at the Trout Farm field trip though, didn't sign him up for that one. Although he went last year, and he brought home a trout that I apparantly was supposed to cook, I can't see him doing it again. But who knows, the summer is going so well, he might force me to sign him up... then I guess it wouldn't be so bad!