Sunday morning

Sunday morning:
Jamie has had a nasal drip and a rattling cough. Trying hard to remind myself that he's not mine, I wondered why his mother hadn't taken him to the doctor yet. "It's a productive cough" MyFella said was her response. Yeah, productive enough that Friday night/Saturday morning he woke at 2a.m. and 4a.m. gagging/throwing up from all the bile in his belly. Saturday night/Sunday morning at 5a.m. he couldn't break the hacking cough.

We cheated and did what I think you should almost never do - gave him my prescriptions. My doctor gave me Allegra and a script for a cough syrup for the same symptoms a few weeks ago. The cough syrup seemed to help him have a good day yesterday, but wasn't enough last night.

Given his tendency for these sorts of things to turn into a hospital stay, I would say again to the world, "WHY hasn't his mother taken him to the doctor yet?" Perhaps when she sits up tonight with him, she'll reconsider just how productive his cough is.

According to the blue I can see through my window blinds and the constant chirping from the birds, it may be a pretty day outside. I think we're going to go to church and then possibly a bite of lunch before they go home. I've offered to take Jamie to church and let MyFella work on his homework for that hour and a half. He swears he'll have time when he gets home, though I see his assignment and some pencil sketch here next to the laptop.

On unrelated news, he wants a laptop with his economic stimulus, and I'm urging him to consider putting it towards an Apple. They're so supposed to be "all that" for some of the most astute I.T. types. And you know how I feel about peer pressure and marketing. "If the commercials say it's good, it must be." or "If all those other people are jumping off the bridge, maybe we should too."

I think I wish I had gotten one, though I've been happy with my little Acer here. But I just think it's something to consider, something 'a notch above' for someone like him.

Did I mention my meeting tomorrow afternoon with the big wig at work? Can't get much higher than him. All to talk about my little ol' department. I've been worrying about what to wear for nigh on a week now. I think I've settled on dark blue docker style pants (practically brand new) and a contrasting solid blue shirt. Or perhaps blue and white striped. I fear I'll end up wearing one and taking another, lest I spell a Diet Coke this one day. I feel pretty good about the meeting, and I know it's part of the reason I've had the two prior meetings with my director and her boss. They have been so positive about my knowledge and understanding of the decline in my numbers ~ not accusatory and blaming. I've got my information together, have little folders for take-away if they want them. So I feel a bit nervous but good.

Yesterday we went to the Farmer's Market downtown. Wasn't very big, but they tell me the first day wasn't supposed to be until May. A wee bit windy, but still a fun and free outing. Lunch at a little place called the Happy Mexican and even MyFella admitted it was pretty good food. Though I still don't know why I constantly subject him to Mexican, knowing he doesn't particularly like it. Then the afternoon at the zoo. Beautiful day for it. I was comfortable in jeans and a short sleeved tee. We couldn't get Jamie to touch a huge boa they had on the ground. But then again, I didn't touch it either. It was quite the afternoon walk for us.

I wonder if perhaps we wore out Jamie, and it was part of the reason he was grumbly last night. MyFella said he said a couple of times something about 'going to town' so he thinks Jamie got it in his head we were going somewhere. And he does love to go. I don't know. He's just not usually so grumbly. Oh well. Guess we all have our moments.