Raaargh! (Aren't they scary?)
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What day is it? It is Wednesday. Ok. It is Wednesday and I am freaking out.
No one. And I mean no one is going to believe that I am not a panicker. Which I'm not, in a true emergency. I'm as calm as can be. But I just had a tiny wee little tick crawling on my arm (first one of the year, I might add) and I freaked out. Plain and simple. I was sitting here responding to a comment Sharyn had left on Elizabeth's blog about panicking. I was saying how calm I was in an emergency and at that very moment I felt a little tickle on my arm. When I looked down I saw a tick. Which immediately presented a loud gasp, which I believe came from my mouth, along with a shudder that also involved plenty of goosebumps.
And I'm calm in an emergency?! Ha! You'll never believe that. (But I am. Really).
After leaving that post, it presented me with the opportunity to write about it here. I am in fact not much of a panicker. I freak out all the time inside but hold it together on the outside. Unless it comes to little things like ticks and bats. (But not snakes. I don't think that I'm afraid of them, believe it or not...we will see when we move and I start to garden).When it comes to ticks and bats and that sort of thing, I freak out and everyone knows it. That made me think that I freak out over the big, I mean little things (they're big things to me) so maybe it helps prepare me for the real emergencies so I can be calm. (This is a repeat of what I wrote in my comment on her blog).
Anyway, this winter, Carter had a lot of respiratory problems. He has, since about a month after he was born. He was wheezing all the time and had to be on his meds (the nebulizer). I had written a post about how I just plain old freak out about it. I do. Inside. Inside I'm a wreck. But I manage to hold it together on the outside for a long time. Then I sometimes fall apart where I just break down and cry one night (seems to be my stress reliever of choice, but not always by choice) and then I can hold it together again. Anyone can only hold it together so long when they're under so much stress. When your child has difficulty breathing, it is so very, very stressful.
That brings me to this thought, that I am so grateful to have a healthy little boy right now. I think of how much I take for granted. I don't even realize it. I love summer.
Hey!
I love summer.
I don't believe I've ever said those words in my life! Because truthfully I don't even like it. It's too hot for me. But if my baby can breath, then I love it! It's about the one and only season that he doesn't have to be on meds.
Lovely! We just had tick number two (photo shoot results above. Second one is blurry. I wish I had a macro feature on here. That would be cool). This one, oddly enough, was crawling inside one of my empty (Sterilite) plastic containers that I had picked up for packing. The cover was on. (Although, there is a small gap it could easily go through). Just kind of ironic. As we've been to the house daily. The kids have played in the woods and we've had none attached. Thankfully! At least they were just crawling around the house. Although, I'm none too happy about that thought either! My skin feels like it's crawling.
No one. And I mean no one is going to believe that I am not a panicker. Which I'm not, in a true emergency. I'm as calm as can be. But I just had a tiny wee little tick crawling on my arm (first one of the year, I might add) and I freaked out. Plain and simple. I was sitting here responding to a comment Sharyn had left on Elizabeth's blog about panicking. I was saying how calm I was in an emergency and at that very moment I felt a little tickle on my arm. When I looked down I saw a tick. Which immediately presented a loud gasp, which I believe came from my mouth, along with a shudder that also involved plenty of goosebumps.
And I'm calm in an emergency?! Ha! You'll never believe that. (But I am. Really).
After leaving that post, it presented me with the opportunity to write about it here. I am in fact not much of a panicker. I freak out all the time inside but hold it together on the outside. Unless it comes to little things like ticks and bats. (But not snakes. I don't think that I'm afraid of them, believe it or not...we will see when we move and I start to garden).When it comes to ticks and bats and that sort of thing, I freak out and everyone knows it. That made me think that I freak out over the big, I mean little things (they're big things to me) so maybe it helps prepare me for the real emergencies so I can be calm. (This is a repeat of what I wrote in my comment on her blog).
Anyway, this winter, Carter had a lot of respiratory problems. He has, since about a month after he was born. He was wheezing all the time and had to be on his meds (the nebulizer). I had written a post about how I just plain old freak out about it. I do. Inside. Inside I'm a wreck. But I manage to hold it together on the outside for a long time. Then I sometimes fall apart where I just break down and cry one night (seems to be my stress reliever of choice, but not always by choice) and then I can hold it together again. Anyone can only hold it together so long when they're under so much stress. When your child has difficulty breathing, it is so very, very stressful.
That brings me to this thought, that I am so grateful to have a healthy little boy right now. I think of how much I take for granted. I don't even realize it. I love summer.
Hey!
I love summer.
I don't believe I've ever said those words in my life! Because truthfully I don't even like it. It's too hot for me. But if my baby can breath, then I love it! It's about the one and only season that he doesn't have to be on meds.
Lovely! We just had tick number two (photo shoot results above. Second one is blurry. I wish I had a macro feature on here. That would be cool). This one, oddly enough, was crawling inside one of my empty (Sterilite) plastic containers that I had picked up for packing. The cover was on. (Although, there is a small gap it could easily go through). Just kind of ironic. As we've been to the house daily. The kids have played in the woods and we've had none attached. Thankfully! At least they were just crawling around the house. Although, I'm none too happy about that thought either! My skin feels like it's crawling.
6 comments:
I too panic at the "big" things like snakes, bats, mice but am very calm in a true emergency. I mentioned Rodney's bee sting scare, I stayed calm but shook for a long time later. We also have the breathing issues in this house with Rodney and Adriana...it's horrible to watch someone struggle to breathe.
I know...I'll be thinking of you every time Cart gets like that again. Same thing with his whole Peanut allergy.
I must react the same way. (I'm calm during and then I shake - when it hits me - afterward too).
Not being able to breathe is huge. I can't breathe around cats, so I feel Carter's pain. I can breathe almost normally if I'm on steroids but I just don't feel like myself.
eewwwww!! that's what ticks look like?! SICK!
Hahahhaaaa! You've never seen one before?! :)
Yeah. They're like tiny spiders only uglier! And they stick their heads inside of you. And drink your blood. (Isn't that pleasant)? And when they're attached, if you bump them (trying to pull them out). They ever so slowly move those little legs. Now, that's SICK.
(Is that a good enough description for you? Can you see why I'm so freaked?)
Speaking of ticks are you girls going to come visit us this summer so you can see them in person?
And to think that I was afraid to swim in the canal at Gony & Marilyn's when I was a little girl because I was afraid of a little crayfish!
Now that's funny.
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