Praise the Lord for Science

In the past 6 days, I've been to my doctor's office 3 times. Twice for me, once for Hew. I'd been fighting a losing battle with laryngitis - Houston had, for lack of a better word, an extreme case of "bitchassness". That's what I call Houston's condition that kind mothers call crankiness. There was some kind of shmutz being spread amongst the Smith family, and I was bound and determined to find out what it was.

I bet you know what our problem was.

The dreaded... virus. I think that doctors use that diagnosis when they just have no clue what the heck is the matter with you. Thank GOD for science. We Smiths experienced the wonders of science in different ways this week.

My irritable little monkey of a son had a miraculous recovery in just 24 hours. His body just needed a little sleep, a little extra water, and some lovin' from a more patient daddy. His amazing little body healed itself. My body required a different kind of science. We call that type of science "drugs." I tried my damndest to avoid the doctor, but after 3 days of being out of work (hard to teach with zero voice), I was forced to go in to get a doctor's note... one day after I'd been in with Hew. Of course, a virus. Well the laryngitis started to go away after about 5 days, had one great day of normalcy, then had a BLASTING earache that night.

I tried to be a tough girl. So I called mom. She said ear infections heal themselves and you just have to put up with it. That logic worked about 24 hours. Now, let me remind you... I had a baby. An 8 pound baby. An 8 pound baby with strong shoulders.

I was back at the doctor the next morning. I finally got the antibiotics I probably should have had a week ago. And now, 30 hours later, I'm vertical. Off the couch and FINALLY back at work.

I hate pills. They make me anxious. But there are times when your body needs a little "kick" out of bitchassness. Thank God for science... in all forms.