Sore foot and happy child
Mixed emotions fighting for dominance. See below:
Had yet another therapy session on the blasted foot. The last round of treatment did not seem to achieve all that much. Crippled for four days, even unable to drive, and all for bubkus because the thing has recovered. Bah! Good news is that this round of treatment did not hurt half as bad this time. Bad news is that that means the verucca has got deeper again. (This means I am back on the acid and scrape treatment - ick! The only plus side of this is I get to spend more time listening to James Marsters reading 'Fool Moon' at night while paring the horrible wart. It's a book that goes well with the gore of the process but I still don't relish the self-mutilation aspects of this whole business - guess that means I am not as nuts as I look huh? - Don't answer that mylescorcoran!) Good news, VHI paid for this visit and the last one, a saving of €220. Bad news, I am probably looking at surgery in the end as it does not appear to be shifting any time soon and I can only keep on the Aldara cream safely for another month. Good news, VHI will pay for that too. Bad news, I will be off the foot for 6 weeks or so, not even able to drive, and I don't know how I can manage that and my increased teaching load and DD too, creche or no creche. I feel like a broken down old nag of a lame horse. If I was Black Beauty even the coal mines wouldn't invest in me.
OTOH DD seemed perfectly keen to go back to creche this morning. I thought we might be looking at a dose of the howls but no, she was all smiles and helping to get things ready. I had to leave her at the door, due to foot doctor appointment, so Mr Wol saw her in and settled. He then left for work (a ten minute walk away or less at non toddler speeds), only popping in once to check on her. When he did so he saw that she had obviously had an upset in the recent past but was happily running about in a ladybird suit and seemed unphased by both his arrival and departure. This is good. She is all upbeat and perky and the place today. She got to play in the outdoor area and sample the delights of the sandpit and the mini trampoline. Dare I hope she is settling in?
On the negative side she held her pee until she got home. This is bad. If they don't take her to the loo she won't volunteer that she needs it and will hold and hold and hold until there is a floor wetting flood in spite of precautionary pull ups. If this goes on I might try sending her in nappiless and see if that stimulates them to pre-emptive action.
I am sick with the twin doses of adrenalin: the recently de-umbilicalized mother and the freshly stabbed and frozen foot. I just helped DD do her jigsaws with a rather worrying intensity. It's a rubbish hormone for childcare - good for hiding pain though so it ain't all bad.
Had yet another therapy session on the blasted foot. The last round of treatment did not seem to achieve all that much. Crippled for four days, even unable to drive, and all for bubkus because the thing has recovered. Bah! Good news is that this round of treatment did not hurt half as bad this time. Bad news is that that means the verucca has got deeper again. (This means I am back on the acid and scrape treatment - ick! The only plus side of this is I get to spend more time listening to James Marsters reading 'Fool Moon' at night while paring the horrible wart. It's a book that goes well with the gore of the process but I still don't relish the self-mutilation aspects of this whole business - guess that means I am not as nuts as I look huh? - Don't answer that mylescorcoran!) Good news, VHI paid for this visit and the last one, a saving of €220. Bad news, I am probably looking at surgery in the end as it does not appear to be shifting any time soon and I can only keep on the Aldara cream safely for another month. Good news, VHI will pay for that too. Bad news, I will be off the foot for 6 weeks or so, not even able to drive, and I don't know how I can manage that and my increased teaching load and DD too, creche or no creche. I feel like a broken down old nag of a lame horse. If I was Black Beauty even the coal mines wouldn't invest in me.
OTOH DD seemed perfectly keen to go back to creche this morning. I thought we might be looking at a dose of the howls but no, she was all smiles and helping to get things ready. I had to leave her at the door, due to foot doctor appointment, so Mr Wol saw her in and settled. He then left for work (a ten minute walk away or less at non toddler speeds), only popping in once to check on her. When he did so he saw that she had obviously had an upset in the recent past but was happily running about in a ladybird suit and seemed unphased by both his arrival and departure. This is good. She is all upbeat and perky and the place today. She got to play in the outdoor area and sample the delights of the sandpit and the mini trampoline. Dare I hope she is settling in?
On the negative side she held her pee until she got home. This is bad. If they don't take her to the loo she won't volunteer that she needs it and will hold and hold and hold until there is a floor wetting flood in spite of precautionary pull ups. If this goes on I might try sending her in nappiless and see if that stimulates them to pre-emptive action.
I am sick with the twin doses of adrenalin: the recently de-umbilicalized mother and the freshly stabbed and frozen foot. I just helped DD do her jigsaws with a rather worrying intensity. It's a rubbish hormone for childcare - good for hiding pain though so it ain't all bad.