By Jennifer Savage
I have had a headache the past few days. It’s probably a headache like anyone gets: not enough water, not enough sleep, too much coffee. But for me, even the smallest headache sends me to a place of doctors and needles and ice packs on my neck.
An excruciating throb at the base of the skull is a tell-tale sign of meningitis. Ever since I had it last summer, headaches have become a bigger part of my life. I don’t think I get them any more often than I did before I got sick, I think they just hurt worse when I do and they seem to settle in the same place where the headache that sent me to the hospital did.
Mostly though, they freak me out. I try to convince myself that I’m not getting ill again. It’s extremely rare for someone to get meningitis twice. (I cannot count the number of times I’ve said that sentence to myself over the past few months.) I tell myself I’m much healthier, that I know what to look for if meningitis came calling again and that if I did get it again, I know where to go and that the doctors and nurses there will take care of me. I take ibuprofen, I go to yoga, I run if I can stand the pounding. These things ease the pain and tension but nothing helps the hard-wired fear.
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One of my least favorite tasks (besides vacuuming the stairs) is folding socks. It always seems that my favorite sock is missing its partner somewhere. This especially rings true for my son’s socks. Whether one ends up on the floor of my car (because he took them off as we traveled home from the grocery store) or they entered the washing machine as a pair and exit without its mate — it’s a daily, weekly, monthly treasure hunt for its long, lost twin.
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– posted by Laura Parvey-Connors, mamalode’s momgeek
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By Kim Anderson
My mom was just here for a visit. She can fold a fitted sheet better than anyone I know. In fact, I’d bet she could kick Martha Stewart’s butt in an official fitted sheet folding contest. She doesn’t simply roll it up into some kind of ball type thing and throw it into the closet… no… she folds the sheet with 90 degree corners and straight lines and no evidence of a wrinkle. And she does it with ease. Now, she has tried to teach me the art of folding a fitted sheet over the years with the first lesson at the age of 12. But still at 37, I have not come even close to mastering the technique. My mom is amazing. She can do these things that I cannot and I imagine I won’t ever be able to do.
The thing I’ve learned about me and my mom that’s probably not so unique, is that I idolize some of the things she does yet no one on earth seems to be able to find my buttons faster. “No mom… really, you don’t need to reorganize the pots and pans cabinet. Ahh… do you think we could save the chocolate cookies for the kids until after lunch? Its Asian… not Oriental. Mom… you’re mumbling again. No, I DO eat salad now… you must be thinking of me when I was 10. Well, we haven’t fully decided on a the vasectomy route yet but… why are we discussing this?”
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Wow, I am impressed. You have lipstick on and everything.
This is what my neighbor said to me as I was walking down my sidewalk the other day. My daughters and I had quickly and desperately exited the house because, in the company of two cranky babies, this mama needed to get OUT. I put on lipstick before I tossed hats on my kids and entered fresh air.
Yes, I have to. This is how I replied to my neighbor. It shocked me as I said it. Then she asked me if I felt naked without it. I wondered what she meant by the and everything in her original observation. I said, No no. It’s not that I really have to…and as I was joking about and defending my red lips I realized that my red lips have a bigger purpose than just adding some color to my face.
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