Saturday, April 02, 2011


What is up with the line spaces? More specifically, what is up with the lack of line spaces? There were none in my last post, despite my trying every which way (even using the space bar! the tab key! no dice!) to get them in there.

Will this post have spaces? Only Blogger knows for sure.

This past week? Not fun.

After my post of grim determination on Perspective:

a) I spent the night in the hospital with Avtalyon. Barak had his mesibat chumash (in Hevron! the mind reels) and when I came back Abba said in passing that he'd bonked his head on the radiator. Head-bonking happens so often around here that this barely registered. When I was talking to Persephone later ont he phone, and he woke up screaming, I thought, oh, he got soy at dinner and his stomach hurts. Then I looked again at all the writhing and screaming and thought, huh. That's some stomachache. "Avtalyon, where does it hurt?" "Here!" he wailed, holding his head.

Ohh. Ear infection. That's weird, we were just at the ENT yesterday and he didn't say anything about his ears. And he was SO upset. I took him out of his room and sat with him on the couch in the living room, hoping he'd calm down, but no. Went to get Tylenol and oh I think he's going to throw up ewwww he threw up all over me and "MY HEAD HURTS!"


"Could you go grab the carseat and call me a cab to Shaarei Tzedek?"

So we spent the night in Shaarei Tzedek, and it was in some ways impressive and in others way Not Impressive At All, and in the end he is probably IY"H fine and it was a concussion. No energy to blog the rest of the experience; maybe later.

b) Then! Iyyar woke up warm. Then he was hot. Then I checked his underarm temp and it was 103.3 (meaning it was really over 104, for those keeping score at home.) Then the diarrhea started. He went through ALL his underwear and started going through Barak's before I could get his washed. All together now: eww. He was home Thursday and Friday.

c) Other Unbloggable Stuff that was Very Very Gross and Annoying. Also, EARLY. and LONG. I miss being pregnant. TMI yet? Sorry.

Hey, I have line spaces! Awesome.

OK, one more whine.

The fridge.

Our fridge stinks. Figuratively, not literally. Stuff on the door does not stay cold, and anything in the back of the fridge freezes. Since this is a 3/4 sized fridge, that doesn't leave a lot of room. I've put in endless forms about this, and the maintenance guys, who are extremely nice but have no budget, have attempted to fix it, replaced it with another equally semifunctional fridge, taken it away, returned it, and, most recently, brought in a THIRD semifunctional fridge which, while now very very clean (thank you Rami Levy and your knockoff Magic Erasers!) also freezes my cucumbers.

And guess what?


I have an electric burner and a fridge that only kinda works. Two feet of counter space, a tiny freezer and a plastic Keter closet.

I do at least have two brand-new toaster ovens, one of which is a Black and Decker 220 I brought back with me from the states.

Still. This is going to be interesting. I think it'll be OK, in the end, but... yeah.

OK. Off to make havdalah. Stay tuned, as always, to this exciting channel of only seemingly endless whining.


miriamp said...

At least on Pesach it is a bit easier to be soy free, yes? Even in the land of kitniyos, because of all the Ashkenazim.

persephone said...

I can't believe you spent the night at the hospital and *still* got the (very complicated) details of my shiva all taken care of. Thank you is...completely inadequate. Can I send you a nap or fifty? Somehow??

LC said...

I can only shudder in commiseration.

Would it make you feel better or worse if I mentioned that our one concussion involved child throwing up in the aisle at CVS? On the way to the bathroom. On the way home from school because of head bonk. Which - oh, yeah - involved said kid momentarily blacking out. At least he was over 10 at the time. But very not fun stuff any which way.

Hugs and good wishes for healthy everyone, including the fridge!

Anonymous said...

Oh, you poor Imma, you. I hope things let up on you guys soon: surely you've paid your dues now? {{hugs}}

~ Jasmin

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