Hestia Homeschool for Young Wild Women

I have once again emerged from my lair, blinking in the dim glow of the computer screen.  I weighed myself---I am down eleven pounds now.  If it would just stay off, this would be well worth it.  I did lose a crown in all the vomiting.  That will be expensive to replace.  I am sure the weight loss is accelerated by all the extra nursing that Shelby is doing.  She seems almost permanently attached to my breasts, no doubt getting antibodies she needs from my milk.  I know that when I fell asleep she was nursing, and when I woke up four hours later she was still nursing.

As a measure of how sick I am, Tabitha brought home a few cases of Girl Scout cookies on Tuesday and I have yet to have one---much less devour boxes at a time. I am a cookie-a-holic, utterly helpless when it comes to cookie temptation.

I grabbed my calendar to see what is up for the next week. From what I've heard, this might take a while to get over.  Thankfully, all we have is our first quilting class. The next week is packed, though.

Of course, Saint Patrick's Day is coming up, and we had planned on celebrating it by going to our favorite Irish pub like we did last year.

Being so sick is humbling.  It reminds me of my mortality, and that I should not waste my life in worrying over stupid things. Every now and then a wake-up call like this enriches my life by reminding me that I will not live forever, and that we can all die at any time.  The last time it happened was when the Careless Cell Phone User From Hell ran me off the road last year.  My head smacked the side window hard enough to give me a concussion, and eventually I learned that four teeth had cracked in the collision.

Being vividly aware that we are going to die is a Good Thing.  It puts so many things in perspective.  If I was going to die tonight, what would my last words to my children be? Words of love and acceptance, or nagging about how truly filthy the house has become without me being there to make everyone pick up after themselves?

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• #8 Comment from rgossett4195 
  3/13/05 4:23 PM | Permalink

  Everytime I get sick or usually stessed out I lose about 10 pounds and thankfully they come back...otherwise I 'd be a saggy 47 year old!  Very true about life being fleeting...when my mother died I realized that you never know when it's your time.  rose
• #7 Comment from ryanagi 
  3/12/05 5:00 PM | Permalink

  Dang. I miss my friend Beth. She was my cookie connection every year (daughter is a scout). She moved to Florida. LOL  Hope you are feeling better soon.
• #6 Comment from sugar1337 
  3/12/05 10:27 AM | Permalink

  I am sorry you are feeling so poorly.  It almost sounds like you need to get on an iv before you drain yourself too much.
• #5 Comment from artloner 
  3/12/05 1:37 AM | Permalink

  feel better, sweetie!  
  
  xoxooxo
  andi
  
  
  *show us some breastfeeding footage, that ALWAYS makes you feel better. LMAO
  
  
• #4 Comment from juliapadg 
  3/12/05 12:39 AM | Permalink

  (((Kas)))  How miserable!  I know what you mean about realizing your own mortality.  Since my dad died I think about it a lot.  As sad as I am about my dad, I think I am a more positive person than I was before.  I am more aware of how precious each day is.  I hope you're feeling better soon.  I'm so glad Shelby is getting all those good antibodies from you.