that vision thang

Six days home straight with the Flowers and sick Hubby. We have all been laid low by a nasty bug. Elder missed a couple of days in the past two weeks at school, what with spiking a fever and the nose faucet. Younger was the most unaffected; a little bit of a fever, some nose snot (which isn't that unusual.) After sleeping pretty much constantly all weekend, I got Hubby to go to the doctor's with me (SiL watched the kiddies, thank god) and we both got some heavy duty antibiotics (which my body DOES NOT like.) We have been taking them for two days; I go back to work tomorrow (thank goodness it was a long weekend to begin with; only needed to take two sick days) and the Flowers go back to school. I know it will be a rough morning, as we haven't been getting up until two or three hours after our normal time this weekend.

The Flowers have been pretty good about being trapped inside-- not perfect, but good. And when they have irked me, I have tried to take a deep breath and calm down first. Not always working-- I am yelling way too much, but I can't seem to help myself. I am just so tired and sick, and they don't care. I know they don't do it on purpose, but sometimes that's hard to remember. On the bright side, Younger used the potty pretty good, and actually pooped on it. (That's been a struggle.)

Although I have been studiously avoiding the stacks I brought home from school to grade on Friday, because I choose to re-arrange and clean my room on the day without students instead of grading (in the hopes that I will be more organized and be able to find things.) Yeah, I still don't feel like doing them. I have been taking advantage of my time at home, justifiably sitting on the sofa, to write. I finished my first flash fiction piece to send to a workshop I am attending in June; I have started reworking a fan-fic into an original, Going All In, and needed to do a bunch of background work for the characters; and I started reworking an Angel fic, Rowan, into something original. (It was an OC piece to begin with.) Lots and lots of work, yet very little finished. All of it is in process.

And, in the midst of all this, I am having a flare up of-- thank god, not the normal auto-immune crap, so no pain-- an autoimmune disorder of the ear. Its the weirdest thing, too. Imagine, instead of feeling pressure pushing OUT, like with an ear infection, immense pressure pushing IN. And tinnitus to beat the band, worse than the day after a Metallics concert. The pressure is dying down, but the tinnitus isn't getting better. And, of course, it is accompanied with intermittent hearing loss. If there is background noise and you talk to me, I can't hear the words. At all. Just background roar. And the earliest I can get an ENT appoint? April 2nd. So, yet again, by the time I see someone, the symptoms will be gone. This is the second or third time this has happened, the first time I knew what it was when it happened. And my primary confirmed that I have absolutely no fluid in my ear-- it is NOT an infection.

My autoimmune issues have gotten bad enough at this point that I am beginning to consider the theory that it is all due to food allergies. I have enough mild ones that I've always just ignored that it is possible. I may actually switch to an organic/vegan/gluten free diet (I'm allergic to wheat, milk, eggs, pineapple, and coconut) for six months and see if I do any better. The diet will suck, but the autoimmune crap sucks, too.

Wow, this ended up whinier than I intended it to. Sorry.

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