My kid asked me to take this before I screamed at the nurse to flush the IV. She thought it was cool and it kinda is, isn't it?I went to the store to get some stuff for bedridden middle kid (see yesterday) and there was a homeless man with a sign stating that it was his birthday, asking can you help?
Now, I know it probably wasn't his birthday. Maybe it was, but it wouldn't be the first time someone tried to manipulate someone into feeling more than they would. On the other hand, if you have no home and it's very cold - I'd say anything, too. I gave the guy ten bucks and talked to him for a few minutes.
And maybe it was because I've been in a fight or flight place for a few days, every instinct geared to healing and easing and fixing, but when I went into the store to get the stuff I need to get for middle kid, I also bought the guy a hot chicken dinner.
And a bottle of water. And a chap stick, a disposable razor and shaving cream, a toothbrush and toothpaste, a sewing kit and a bottle of shampoo. And a bottle of advil, just in case. And a cupcake.
I gave it to him, and I feel bad because I didn't ask his name. People should be asked their names when you interact with them and I feel guilty because I wanted to keep that distance.
Middle kid is so wretched and pitiful and miserable. All those tests and we still have no idea what is going on. All the hurt would be easier if we were treating something, you know?
