Ginger Unplugged

Remember how I said I've been sick for two years? Well I'm done! Everyone in the house is sick with high fevers, outrageous coughs and "get out the saltwater" congestion, except for me. And, having taken care of them all, I can tell you there's a slight downside to health. But anyway--here is what I think is going on. I've been having some different symptoms and THINK I might, possibly, perhaps have endometriosis . So I went on this die t and I'm taking approximately 1.4 billion herbs and regardless of whether it's helping my suspected endo, I am now apparently very healthy. Those who know what I'm doing always ask me what I eat though, so here it is: Fruit Vegetables Whole Grains (except for wheat) Seafood Nuts Legumes Um, I think that's about it. But see, this is what you can do with it. Breakfast Hashbrowns Oatmeal (with rice milk) Applesauce with toasted nuts and cinnamon Rice milk and frozen fruit smoothies Lunch Sweet potato fries Pinea...

I really didn't mean for this to turn into a trauma log (sort of like a travel log but fewer coconuts). I guess sometimes life's just like that. Butterfly broke her leg! She was out riding her bike which she was just saying was her absolute favorite thing in the world to do. "Even better than friends," which I think was an exaggeration but tells you how much she loves it. She attempted to turn around in our garage and the bike slipped out from under her. She has a long twisty break in her shin but it didn't actually move the bone anywhere. So she didn't need to have it set--just splinted. She crawls around and gets carried a lot and pushed in her stroller all during school (bless her teacher). Flying Monkey is quite jealous. They've been seeing which of them can get the most attention by hollering in the middle of the night. So far, they're pretty evenly tied. But I digress...I'm working on very little sleep here. I was in so much shock at the doct...

There was a thump, someone running and someone screaming. Used to such things, I sat on the bed and said, "what!" in that annoyed tone that mom's and teenagers do so well. My lovely but dramatic princess screamed from somewhere in the hall, "Something's wrong with Monkey! He's bleeding everywhere. Oh no, oh no!" It turned out that one of his two front bottom teeth was poking straight forward, where it used to poke (like most people's) straight up. Husband simply knocked it back into place, "It was just a reflex," he says. Apparently, if Monkey keeps the tooth it will all be due to Husband's instincts because the doctor said he didn't know anything about teeth (it was a Saturday) and the emergency dental people refused to ever call me back. It's a bit crooked and I suspect it's a bit wobbly. Still, on the bright side, he's biting much less.