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writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
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- However much we own, we are all still living on borrowed time
- After all, when restaurants shrink portions, they don’t shrink prices.
- As with everything in life, balance is key.
- Slow down, you move too fast…
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Depending On Serenity
Doug’s mom called this morning, in a foul mood. She’s always pretty grouchy when she places a phone call before turning her hearing aid up and then can’t hear the person she called, even though he’s yelling loud enough to wake the dearly departed.
She finally got her message across. She wanted him to stop off at the store and pick her up a fresh supply of Depends. She ought to know by now that her only son does NOT make Depends runs.
Just in case he’d changed his mind about purchasing lady’s hygiene products, though, I thought I’d add to his shopping list.
“Hey, babe, while you’re at it, pick me up some Serenity.”
He knew what I was getting at, and he did me the honor of laughing. Serenity has been in short supply this week. I can’t seem to Depend on it for much of anything.
It’s been great—in a bizarre kind of way—having Kevin here. He’s beautiful, kind, generous, and a joy to be with. However, he attracts law enforcement officers something fierce, and for little to no reason. He certainly doesn’t fall into any stereotypical profile that might make him *seem* a likely suspect. He’s clean-cut, respectful, and polite.
He’s also expensive! A good lawyer got his court fees reduced to $160 yesterday, but then a good lawyer costs $750. We’ll get our $250 in bond money back, and Kev won’t have to take classes in anything—including some kind of whacko sensitivity-to-federal-agents training—when he gets back to the U.S. in June. Yesterday, on our way home from court, the roads iced up pretty badly. There was a crazy forty-car pile-up not far from the County Jail.
Kevin wanted to go out with friends last night and I asked him not to, for fear he’d be in a fender bender and he’d get hauled in for something—anything—again.
My little buddy leaves first thing Friday morning. We’ll pull out of here at 7:30, good Lord willing and the fever don’t rise. That’s right. Carrie’s had the flu BAD all week and this afternoon Kev came down with the fever, chills, headache, loss of appetite, a bit of a cough, slight earache….......yada, yada, yada.
I’d asked his doc to prescribe Tamiflu yesterday, when he was symptom-free. I’d picked up the script and he’d packed it in his bag, just in case. When the fever kicked in, Doug called the doc back to get another script for cough meddy with codeine while I not only Tamiflued the boy, but ibuprofened him, Vitamin Cd him, garliced him, zinced him, elderberry extracted him and echinasiad him.
I’m not sure how you spell that last one. As long as you know I didn’t mean “euthenasia,” we’re good.
Then he started complaining that his ears hurt, so we ran him down to the urgent care joint and he wrote him a script for antibiotics, even though his ears appear clear at this time. He’s got a Blue Cross policy that covers this trip home, just for catastrophic events, of course. Since the garden-variety flu is not a considered disastrous by Blue Cross, we’re only out a few hundred bucks on the deal.
Amazingly, weirdly, or perhaps miraculously, by the time we got to the doctor, his appetite had returned, his fever was normal, his headache was gone and his ears felt a lot better. So perhaps catastrophe has been averted? If so, we’ll pop him on a plane in the morning. If he gets sicker, we may postpone his travels for some days. We won’t know till morning.
Please say a pray for Kevin!! He has a four-hour layover in NJ, and then an overnight flight to Geneva. I hope he can relax as much as possible and get lots of rest on the plane and feel up to the new school term starting up on Monday. But first of all, he needs a fantastic sleep tonight.
It’s good to know that no matter how nervous all this stuff makes me, we really can cast our cares upon the Lord, for He really does care for us.
I can be full of Serenity when I Depend upon Him.
- He's in my prayers!!
And you too!Posted by Suzan on 02/02/07 at 02:41 PM - Suzan--We are sitting at the KC airport now, at 9 am. The boy is blowing his nose, but otherwise feels OK. He's gotten a written schedule of when to pop each pill and vitamin and herb. He's chugging liquids, all of them (so far) non-alchoholic. We THINK he's OK to travel, so we're putting him on a plain with the mustard seed of faith we've been allotted. I will be VERY happy to hear from him when he gets to Switzerland, to his school. Thanks for praying!!!
Posted by Katy on 02/02/07 at 03:13 PM
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