No real answers. Not a stroke. The physical aspects are Parkinson’s the non-responsiveness is unknown. They plan on a brainwave scan, maybe MRI, last ditch a spinal tap. All he does is stare at the ceiling and say no no no when they poke and prod him. I tried to get him to look at me when we left last night and just moving his head with my had he said no no no no. Until I let him keep staring at the ceiling.
We don’t do Thanksgiving in this country. But we do do tacos. Sadly not on every street corner as is the fantasy in the US.
But I know a couple of decent taco places. Dinner sorted. Thank you for the inspiration.
ETA, Discourse chose to make this a reply to @saje instead of @Thudlow_Boink. Sorry @saje.
That must be so hard. I’m so sorry.
Ha! I brought it up late last night (after all the kids flew in with no problems).
And it went just as I predicted. With the addition of the daughter saying “Well, don’t ask me. I suck at cutting up a chicken.”
Things are not looking good for my “relaxing vacation.” I took a whole week off work, which was meant to include two days of down time completely child free before we all visited my Aunt in another state for Thanksgiving.
Both Wee Weasel and I have had lingering coughs/congestion for about two weeks. I am absolutely kicking myself for trying to potty train him last weekend because the stress appears to have prolonged my illness. I kept him home Friday because his caregivers kept mentioning his cough, though he was well enough to attend swim lessons on Saturday and Sunday. He seems fine.
Sunday in the middle of the night he woke up with a 100 degree fever. It lasted one hour, and then he was fine (this is typical of his illnesses.) We kept him out of school Monday, which was supposed to be day 1 of my child-free vacation. He seemed to be doing better.
Meanwhile I am trying to cobble together some rest for myself so that I can be okay for the trip to my Aunt’s house. My asthma isn’t as bad as it usually is when I’m sick, but I’m still not getting great sleep and I just feel pushed to my absolute limit. Sinus pressure, congestion, headaches, no fun. The last six weeks have just been stress piled on top of stress.
Now it’s day 2 of my supposed vacation. We shipped the boy off to school. No sooner do I start my casual video game when I get a call from the school. They don’t like how he looks, they don’t like the cough, and they need a doctor’s note about the rash on his mouth - whether or not it’s contagious. My husband has clients today, so I picked him up. He has a little bit of redness around his mouth that looks like chapped skin to me.
OK. He definitely has congestion and cough like I do, and he looks a little pale. I think it was a good call by the school to send him home. But he is behaving normally despite his appearance/cough, energetic and good-natured as ever. We have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon.
The issue for me is that even if it is something that needs medical treatment, how? My kid is so resistant to medical stuff in general. He won’t take a pill or a liquid, I’m not even sure he would take a chewable. I know this is just a cough, but it’s scary to think it’s going to be hard to treat him for more serious things.
And then there’s the burning question of whether this means cancelling the trip to my Aunt’s.
Today after I picked him up from school, he asked, “How many weeks until Aunt Annie’s?”
I don’t know, kid. I hope soon.
Yeah, it sort of sucks. He’s a little better today. He looks when you speak to him. He still can’t talk. They seem to think it’s the Parkinson’s and that with more meds on board and fluids he’ll start coming around more. I hope they’re right.
After managing to miss the flooding in Italy, the protests in Madrid, Covid, flu, I returned to work today to find out one of my coworkers died while I was on vacation.
I’m not happy he died, but that’s not the rant worthy bit. The management is treating his death as confidential and haven’t announced it and basically wants to ignore the fact that the coworker existed and is now dead.
And they wonder why so many people are unhappy at work.
Oh. And I also learned that some of my coworkers, when reading the email that informed the team that the coworker died (yes, the announcement was given via email, why bother calling people together for an impromptu important meeting), they both immediately thought it was suicide, until they got to the phrase, “of natural causes”.
Whether we’ll get any more information about the cause of death, I’m not sure. But I already got the information that HR called the police to do a wellness check. Probably was dead at least 1-2 days. Hopefully. I really hope it was quick.
This is at least a bit of good news. I just wanted to say how sorry I am that you’re both going through this. It must be scary as hell and horrible. Hugs to you, and I hope your husband continues to improve.
Had 2 interviews today. They arent offering many hours, 8-16 a week, but evening, so I dont have to get up early. Wouldnt even get paid for 2 weeks. I left the one and the rain and leaves were conspiring against me and I fell! Skinned my knee up, umbrella blew away.
Well, if it is any consolation, I see claims get denied when the house is unoccupied. So the kids staying there when the event happened probably helps with insurance coverage.
That doesn’t help with them in your house now I know.
Ok, another mini-rant:
What’s with all these products and their fake-cussing ad campaigns? It’s idiotic and it’s already gotten old.
Some hot sauce with the tag line, “I put this bleep on everything!”
Some rice company that appears to have co-opted ducks into their brand just so their tag line can be, “Ducking good rice!”
Hillshire Farms and their new, “Oh, Hill yeah!” campaign.
It’s not cute. It’s dumb.
I feel better now.
A major reason I avoid commercials as much as I can. They generally seem to be written by and for those with a maturity level of about 12yo.
You are a wise woman.
Evidently there is a certain Demographic of people who spend like they are rich, who have the maturity level of 12yo, and are actually quite stupid.
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< Meanwhile Elsewhere >
“Mr. Trump, you’ve been mentioned on social media again.”
Where? Read it to me… "
We just got back from the doctor. My son has a cold and should be considered contagious until Friday. I guess Thanksgiving is cancelled and we are not going to see my Aunt and Grandma as planned.
I’m not sure what we are going to do instead. But we will probably be doing it alone.
well, fork me sideways!!!
… that is a true game-changer for my morning routine…
As I was reading this, I had the TV on, I wasn’t really watching.
There was a commercial for some item and the main selling point was its compact size. The dialog was something like ……it’s only 4 inches wide, it’s tiny, you can take it anywhere….
Then they hit the tagline, which was a male voice saying “4 inches isn’t that tiny, honey.”
Nothing like closing your commercial with a gratuitous dick joke, I guess.
I’m sorry 
But you don’t have to do anything, really. Order in, relax, have a nice quiet holiday and plan to visit your relatives a little later.
No kidding. Classy society we live in these days. 