Sunday, April 16, 2017
Where do I begin? I suppose I will begin with the onset of my cold last week. I was worried, knowing that I was due to get on a plane the following week but I thought I had plenty of time and that the cold would be gone by the following Saturday. Yesterday.
Wrong. I began to feel a tiny bit better on Wednesday but on Thursday I felt much worse. Time to see the doctor. I was fearful that I had pneumonia again. Not so. That was the good news. The bad news was that I have a sinus infection for which she put me on antibiotics. And then I asked the question.
Can I fly tomorrow? She looked horrified. Her eyes bulged over the mask. I knew I was in trouble. She said you really, really should not fly. This isn't like a cold where you can take an antihistamine and chew gum while you are on the plane......And after my last ear pain on the plane from flying with a cold, I was really scared of what a sinus infection could do. Plus I don't have a doctor out there yet. I really do need to get one. What if I got much worse after the flight there and need to be seen. All in all it really seemed not worth the risk.
I looked it up online and pretty much all the MD web sites agree. Even the pilot web sites agreed. It seems when pilots have a sinus infection they are grounded. Well. OK then.
My husband kept saying, see how you feel tomorrow, but I already knew I couldn't go to Tucson this time. He was beside himself. We are talking about a lot of money as well for the three tickets to AZ during school vacation week. One of the more expensive times to fly. But it still wasn't worth risking my health for the price of a ticket. We were both very distraught. But I finally convinced him that he should go alone. At first he was pretty adamant about not going alone. Hell, if it were me, I would so go alone. But that is the difference between us. I crave alone time. Maybe it has something to do with being an artist and a mother (it seems we are never alone).
He was up all night long hemming and hawing. Neither one of us got a wink of sleep Friday night. In the end, he went. Alone. And you know what? He is OK. He is happy to be out there. He still doesn't like that he is alone out there but HE IS OUT THERE. Having lunch on the porch. Sitting by the pool. Killing spiders (it is getting hot out there after all).
My husband has all the same stresses that I do plus he works full time. He has had the same job, editing math textbooks for, I think, 35 years now. He really needs to retire. In fact that was our grand plan before our grandson came to live with us. But we are getting closer to the end. Sometimes we lose sight of that. In December Ethan will turn 18. Emancipated. And we will no longer be restricted under a court order. That will be a great thing. Being under a court order is akin to wearing an electronic bracelet. And we were doing a good thing! As my friend says, "No good deed goes unpunished". She isn't kidding.
I am hoping that he will at least retire by the end of the year. Or if I can convince him, sooner. He is always so stressed out I am very worried about him. We have to stay healthy so we can move and enjoy some quality of living in our now cut short retirement.
Anyway, that's it. I am resting. Drinking tea. It is warm today and tomorrow it will be as well. Then of course it is back to the 50's again........
Summer cannot come soon enough.