Getting back to "normal" life

I'm done feeling like a tick's red headed step-child. Just when I was getting this old bod back into shape and figuring out life with 2 little bitties, a tick pulled the rug (and carpet and sub-floor) out from under me. The awesome news is that its been 2.5 weeks since my body tried to pull a 103.7 fever on me and my eyes got a good check up this week. No more inflammation, and I get to start tapering the yucky drops I have to put in them. My feet still kind of hurt and I wear out easily, but I can definitely see improvement every day.

Its bad that it takes a setback to make you appreciate things. Like being able to take care of your kids and cook dinner and grocery shop. But, I do. I appreciate being able to bathe and dress and cuddle with my kids. At the worst of the Death Fever, I couldn't even hold Max, now I can carry Rylan around. And I grocery shopped last night for the first time in 3 weeks. And I busted out some Autumn Harvest soup last week (recipe to come) and some yummy Apple Stuffing Pork Chops last night. Appreciative I am.

I have a habit of waiting until life's got me down to start wanting to do things. Like, when I was on bedrest, all I could think about was how I was going to do exercise videos every day when bedrest was over. Did I? Not so much. When I broke my foot last year, I wanted to start a walk to run program immediately. Did I? Nah, I got pregnant instead. So, during my Lyme's Disease infestation, when my legs hurt so bad that Rob was helping me out of bed, I kept lamenting about the fact that I wouldn't be able to squats or lunges ever again. Since I was in a habit of squatting or lunging before my tick bite? No, not really. I'm not really known for my athleticism.

Its been decided it was Rocky Mtn. Spotted Fever. I need a tshirt that says "A tick went to the Rocky Mountains and all I got was lousy Death Fever."

Here are some pics of crazy Rylan wearing his Buzz pjs playing with his Buzz, and lets be honest, probably watching the movie.