I'm All Out Of Sorts

I'm going to blame it on the medications that are supposedly going to prevent the rest of my head from exploding.

So I've had this weird little cold/flu/virus thing going on for a day or two but haven't thought that much about it. I just generally don't sick with anything that lasts more than about 24 hours.

Yesterday afternoon my ear started to feel a little weird, stuffed up. You know how it is. I just ignored it. I thought I'll take some Tylenol when I get home. Well, I pulled into the drive, parked the bus and my ear drum burst. Again.

It is both unpleasant and great. Your ear feels better right away, but a bunch of slime stuff runs out of your ear for a day.

Meanwhile, I have a 2nd little 2 year old boy hanging around for the next 10 days or so. Or at least I think that's the plan. My sister-in-law's family is supposed to be going on a special vacation in Florida. There is a fantastic place that puts on vacations for families with a child who is fighting cancer. They have been looking forward to this and planning it for a long time.

My nephew's health has not been the best to put it mildly. Even these last few days have been in the worry zone. Today we're all hoping for all the numbers to be in the magic zones so they can go on this trip.

But, my friends, this is real life and there's yet another glitch.

My sister-in-law called me this morning. Her best friends son died unexpectedly last night. He was a magical special needs person. He was expected to live only to the age of 4 and passed away last night at 29. Miracles, my friends, miracles.

Here's the rub though, my amazing sister-in-law was the sanity in the chaos of last nights sirens and sheriffs and coroners. She was the driver and the person who answered all the phone calls. And this morning, she is understandably broken.

And how do we, as a mom or a friend or anyone in this life, now make the choice. Stay and stand by your friend as she buries her son or take this trip with all her children. We all know life is short and my nephew has cancer. There is no right choice, no choice that isn't bound with guilt.

Meanwhile, video games are about to come to a swift and sure end in my home. I'm pretty sure I can't take one more moment of this garbage. I'm pretty sure the whole entire thing is evil in a box. I know, I'm the one that bought it for my kids. Somehow a few years ago, a PlayStation seemed like a great idea, now I'm thinking personally giving my dog a root canal seems like a great plan by comparison.

So, that said, if you're interested in a junky PS2 that barely works and a large stack of games, a couple of marginal controllers, send me a message, cause they're going to be heading out. I don't need the head ache.

And believe me, today, I have a head ache.