Inspired by fellow blogger, Jo, I've decided to post some highs and lows in an easy-to-read format. I am not near as talented as she, but I've thought I might give it a shot. So, in no particular order (well, perhaps there should be an order, 'eh? Start with the lows, end with the highs... that should make me seem rather optimistic in the end), I present you with my list of things that make me feel not-so-good as well as things that make me feel over-the-moon:
Low: Today is day 7 of being snotty, congested, tired, full of chest ache. My husband has insisted that I visit a doctor. I contemplated ignoring him because I don't want him thinking his britches are bigger than they really are around this household, but then I started coughing and couldn't stop. Now, instead of just being able to enjoy a fully free day I've committed to a 10:30 appointment.
High: I get to visit a doctor. And if I do have some sort of bacterial infection, I can take medication to get better.
Low: Another blogger, Stacie, has a very sick little boy. His sickness made me think about all of the other little one's (as well as those who aren't so little) who can't go to the doctor or the hospital when they are sick, dehydrated, so on and so forth. I despise the FACT that so many die every day because they don't have access to medication. I'm also ticked that I'm not out there, making a difference for the sick and dying. Instead I'm in here, complaining about being congested.
High: We got our maya wrap in the mail yesterday! It's the very first thing Jason and I have bought for our munch that isn't a piece of children's literature.
Low: My nickname for our little one didn't win. Not that is was a competition or anything, but Jas and I had spent some time trying to think of a little nickname for our baby... mine was "bear," his was "munch." This came after a short discussion of how pregnant couples come up with names for the growing little one- and I wanted a cute name for our little one. Damnit. (the curse word is being used to solidify my need for a nickname. See how important it was to me?)
High: After some time and exposure, I've fallen for the name "munch." I decided that I don't like capitalizing the name- it's much cuter when the "m" is lower case. What did it for me was when Jason said, "munchy bear." And also, "it's a shortened form of the word 'munchkin.'" That's right. Just like The Wizard of Oz.
Low: Jason and I are r-a-d. But not in a good way.
High: But we're in this thing together, so it's all good.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
High and low
Posted by Courtney Rose at 7:55 AM
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3 comments:
Thanks for the shout out! I love your blog, you're a great writer. Sorry to read that you've been so sick lately, I hope the doc was able to prescribe some great meds. We feel the same way you do, it's so difficult to be here when all we want is to be in Ethiopia today doing something. Hopefully it wont be too long...
To answer your question, I'm a former teacher turned Ed Tech Project Manager. I taught middle school math for a few years (Teach for America alum) and then began working with my current employer where I help school districts in the northeast implement communications systems. I miss being in the classroom from time to time, might go back one day!
Awww - little Micah on your blog! You know - our mean doctor (not the regular doc) started talking to us about how in a third world country we couldn't do anything but just try to keep liquids down for Micah. Ummm- thanks, but did you know that people die in third world countries from what he has? And, we're not in a third world country, so we can go to the hospital and get fluids? It was all very confusing - I'm still not sure what his intent was, except to be a major ass. Ooops! I said that out loud!
I'm going to go and catch up now to see if you're feeling better. :)
You have writing talent.
As for nicknames: Ted and I had talked about them for Abe before we met them. Our favorite had been "Neezer" (from Abenezer). However, all that seems to change when you meet the kid. We somehow started calling him, "Hey, Bub!" 'Bub' transformed to...no kidding...I'm from Mississippi so I couldn't help it...don't judge me...really..."Bubba." Our child born in Addis Ababa is called at least 50% of the time now: Bubba. Sometimes, "AddisaBubba."
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