Amelia finally started walking again on Friday - one full week after the incident. She's doing great and her foot is starting to look human again. Dr. Freestone said it would still be a couple months before the skin on her foot isn't super tender and easy to tear. Poor kid won't be able to go barefoot till later in the summer. But she doesn't seem to mind all the bandage changing, and yesterday when I took her in the shower she didn't have any trouble with the temperature of the water (I did turn it to basically luke-warm, but it wasn't hard on her body or on her foot).
I feel like I'm finally coming out of this cold business. I'm not sure why nobody else in the family got it, but I'm extremely grateful that they didn't. It has been truly miserable. I can't imagine how tough it would have been if Amelia had been sick as well as injured.
So, the house is a complete wreck (and no, I'm not exaggerating with that description) and I have tons to do in the way of projects. Still working on the lawsuit stuff, as well as the medicaid stuff. I also have a couple of building projects and I will post pics if I ever get started.
On Friday I got together with my friends Michelle and Anne to brainstorm and write and it was extremely productive. I have great ideas and a definite direction. Now I just need to write it all out. This is the project I'm looking most forward to tackling.
We're good. Not perfect, but definitely good.
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I'm glad things are looking up, dear cuz!
Didn't I just read on FB that BOTH of your kids are sick now? That'll teach you to say no one else is sick!!
Are you sure you don't have some sort of gypsy curse on you? Because, and I say this with a HUGE amount of love, you get puked on a lot. But now *you* are feeling better so it's kind of a blessing that they waited to get sick until mom could take care of them right? So...yay?
You know CA, when I was a kid I didn't understand how people would stay home from church and school a lot because they were "sick". I didn't believe it. I mean, I got sick and I almost never skipped. My patriarchal blessing says something about having compassion and about being healed when sick. Guess I needed to learn that particular lesson - over and over and over! :)
Or it could be a gypsy curse. Seems almost as likely. ;)
I think you should sacrifice yourself and sleep with a slayer.
For the good of your family so the gypsy curse will be broken.
Brent will understand.
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