It’s an odds and ends kind of day. I want to write for the sake of writing and distraction from a few things, so I’m just going to write!
So yesterday was a shitty day. And I mean it in the total literal sense of that word. Hunter is having major constipation issues…again. His daycare let me know that he had been trying to push all day yesterday and nothing was really coming out and that he was pretty uncomfortable and miserable because of it. I totally get it. He comes by his issues honestly and I know how I feel when dealing with days of backlog as well. Yeah, TMI, but whatever! My days are consumed by talking about poop to my son, to my husband, to the daycare people so it’s now just normal conversation for me to say “yeah, I passed my constipation issues on to my child.” Anyway, so we got home last night and he retreated to a corner, which is what he’s been doing lately when he has to poop and he sat down and started pushing. Who even knows why the kid chooses to sit with his butt on the ground while trying to get a shit out. How to explain the law of gravity or the power of a squat position to a 3 year old? So what we have been doing, when he does that, is run over and pick him up to try to get him in a squat-like position while leaning against our bodies. When he sees us coming he usually starts to screaming “NO NO GO AWAY!” but we still will grab him and get him into a better position. Problem is, you gotta pick him up while he’s still trying to push. Otherwise he just clenches that shit up (literally) and refuses to try to push. But last night I caught him right at the perfect time and he got out a giant, rock solid shit. And boy did he scream. I feel so awful for this little guy and his issues. I’m starting to look into a nightly routine of massaging his belly/intestines with castor oil as it helps break up the stuff in the intestines and bowels. It’s what my doctor suggested to me to use for my issues. I bought the stuff but then found with a change in diet, my issues weren’t as bad so I didn’t bother trying it. But it’s easy for me because I’m an adult and I understand the importance of eating different foods for different issues. I can’t really do that with the world’s fussiest little 3 year old eater. Kid knows what he likes and often refuses to stray from it. Sooo castor oil may be a possibility once I get an email back from my doctor confirming it’s safe. And then we are back to the routine of him having a cup of water a day with laxative in it as per previous doctor direction.
But that’s not the only shitty part to the day. Our other toddler, the 2 year old dog, decided that she’s going to get the shitty runs while in her crate and we are at work and have no idea it’s happened until we get home later in the day. By that point she has potentially spent an entire day sitting in her own shit and it’s smeared everywhere in the kennel, on her blanket and all over her. I walked into the house last night to a wall of poop stench. It was nauseating how strong it was. And the worst part is that she seems to not have a care in the world that she spent however long it was, coated in her own crap. That dog is smart, but sometimes she’s clearly got no brain at all. So last night I put Eddie on bedtime duty, I hosed the crap off of her and loaded her into the truck and drove to the local pet store that has dog wash stations to use and I spent almost an hour giving her a serious bath. I chose not to use our bath tub at home because then it involves having to wash a ton of towels after, a full clean of the bath tub and surrounding walls from her shaking in the tub and then likely washing the floors after as when she gets out, despite being toweled of she’s still soaking wet and will spread it all over the house. So it’s easier to pay $10 and use the store’s tubs, shampoos, towels and then they have a hose to use to blow air on her and dry her off enough to let her back in the truck. My evening plans of cleaning the inside of my truck were completely kaiboshed (not sure if that’s the right spelling) so I could deal with her poop issues as well as Hunter’s. A literal shitty evening!
I did figure out what was causing the poop issues with her. I thought it was the heat initially, but then I realized that some new chewing bone things I got her, to keep her out of trouble, have chicken in them. Little girl is allergic to chicken. Not in a “oh crap I could have killed my dog” kind of allergy, but more of a “oh crap I made my dog’s stomach upset” kind of allergy. Thankfully. So those chew bones are now in the trash and I’m on a mission to find the same brand but without chicken in it. You would not believe how many dog food items have chicken in them. A cheap, easy filler I guess.
I’m back on my intermittent fasting as of yesterday. I stopped doing it while I was having the migraines because I simply needed to eat whatever my body would let me in order to refuel after all of the throwing up. It’s quite incredible how quickly my bloating goes down and I feel an improvement in energy when doing the fasting. In the five days I fasted I dropped 4 pounds. I gained 2 of those pounds back in the week that I was off the program and basically eating whatever I wanted…and it was allllllll the bad things and didn’t exercise once. So to only gain 2 pounds back is pretty awesome given what I was consuming mindlessly. It’s been quite interesting. I haven’t been announcing to the world (besides in here) that I’m doing the fasting, but as the days go on, I hear of people mentioning it and how they are going to try it out. I then will talk about what I’m doing with them and I feel totally surprised that I had never heard of the fasting before. I finally mentioned it to my personal trainer last night and he got SO excited. He said he loves intermittent fasting as a safe and effective way to lose weight and highly encouraged me to keep going with it. One of his clients who trains with him before me is starting to do it next week and she has two young kids too and we both agreed that for busy working moms it is far easier to do the fasting than it is to be in the kitchen every night weighing and measuring food carefully. There is still some of that involved, but it just seems less daunting than, say when I tried to move into doing Keto at one point and it was taking me forever to ensure I had the exact amount of macros counted for each meal. So yay for intermittent fasting! My goal is to stick with it until Hunter’s birthday party on August 25th. But I will have two little speed bumps with two camping trips in the month of August. I may choose to do the fasting part but then be a bit more balanced with regular foods during eating time instead of being as restricted as I am during the week. We’ll see. Time will tell!
Not next week but the following week I start a one week intensive first aid course. I started doing the pre-reading things for it yesterday and, not gonna lie…I’m feeling a little panicked about it. The course book says to expect 1-3 hours of homework each night on top of a full day of class work. I’m really hoping it is closer to 1 hour a night, because I truly don’t have 3 hours every night to be doing homework assigned to me. My only choice may be to stay up later than I usually do to ensure I’m getting it all in. I’m not so much worried about the actual stuff that I get to learn. I’m eager to know all the things. But I’m really worried about the exam part of it. I’m horrible at exams. Always have been. I might study my butt off but then get to the written exam and bomb it. I was relieved to see that if I fail the exam, I can re-take it within 6 months and the only parts that I have to re-take are the ones I got wrong. They honour all of the correct answers. So that’s a huge weight off my mind. But yesterday I started to feel a little panicked about things like heart attacks. We have a lot of employees here who should have retired already but can’t afford to so they are plugging along….including one who just had massive heart surgery less than a year ago. I started to think about how it would all fall on me if he has a heart attack and what happens if he dies on my watch?? Blood, broken bones, sprains, head injuries…I can handle those. But death???? I would be a mess. A HUGE mess. I know I’m thinking absolute worst case scenario and likely being dramatic…but anything is a possibility. While I’m excited to be the “hero” who saves someone’s decapitated finger…I’m freaking out about things that can kill a person in minutes…if not seconds even if the right steps are taken. Ack. I’m going to track down our current First Aid Attendant and pick her brain. Maybe she can talk me off the ledge!
That’s all I got for the Thursday musings!