{"id":516,"date":"2009-02-19T08:39:00","date_gmt":"2009-02-19T13:39:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=516"},"modified":"2009-02-19T08:39:00","modified_gmt":"2009-02-19T13:39:00","slug":"vomitrocious","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=516","title":{"rendered":"Vomitrocious"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_ESvCH9ghcAI\/SZ2zltCR_KI\/AAAAAAAABc4\/Vsub_2-4rQw\/s1600-h\/vomiting-pumpkin.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_ESvCH9ghcAI\/SZ2zltCR_KI\/AAAAAAAABc4\/Vsub_2-4rQw\/s400\/vomiting-pumpkin.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\"id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304593396438006946\" \/><\/a><br \/>Today&#8230; I am overwhelmed.<br \/>Nothing major&#8230; no need for therapy&#8230; yet maybe my little happy pill isn&#8217;t working.<\/p>\n<p>Last night Zachary comes into my room&#8230; after throwing up all over his bed.  Sick.  They are dropping&#8230; yet one at a time.<\/p>\n<p>Symptoms: Belly ache, feet ache (weird&#8230; yet each one had it) and vomitting.<\/p>\n<p>Vomit:   the act or process of ejecting the contents of the stomach through the mouth (thanks Websters).<\/p>\n<p>I am not a person that has a strong stomach.   The &#8220;process of ejecting the contents of the stomach&#8221;  myself is hard enough to deal with.   The act of being sympathetic towards another little person engaged in this activity and cleaning up after them is a little more than I can handle.<\/p>\n<p>All I really want to yell is &#8220;Don&#8217;t miss the toilet&#8230; and then brush your teeth&#8230; please!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>So in the middle of the night I am cleaning up the contents of a stomach and trying to hold my own contents in!<\/p>\n<p>Thus begins the day.<\/p>\n<p>I have my first mammogram this morning.  True be told &#8230; I am stressed.  Will it hurt?  What if they see something? Naked in front of a stranger??? (I am sure this is a blog all to it self).<\/p>\n<p>Then I get a phone call last night and yet again this morning&#8230; a &#8220;friend&#8221; of mine wants me to go skiing.<br \/>Next week Wednesday is Ski Day for the boys at school.  I have &#8220;tried&#8221; skiing.  I am scared.  I am scared to death of the ski lift. I am even more scared of others laughing at me.  I am scared of breaking a bone.  I am scared.<\/p>\n<p>This &#8220;friend&#8221; is so persistent.  She doesn&#8217;t understand this fear.  Oh I know this fear is irrational.  I have this fear of others groaning and moaning when I am up to bat (figuratively and literally).  <\/p>\n<p>Deep down I wish I could be one of those people zipping down this hill&#8230; looking ever so cool.<br \/>I am scared of what my friend will think of me once she realizes how uncoordinated I really am&#8230; how God forgot to pass any athletics to me when He was handing it out.<\/p>\n<p>Yet maybe God put this dearly pain in the rump person in my life to challenge me.  Boy does she challenge me!  So here is another challenge.  Can I overcome this fear?<\/p>\n<p>Well I could go on&#8230; but what would be the point?  I have complaints.  But really as I think about the bigger picture&#8230; I am grateful for so much.<\/p>\n<p>The icing on a day like today is that Grey&#8217;s Anatomy is on.  At least I&#8217;ll end the day on a positive note&#8230; unless it is a show on breast cancer!   Yikes&#8230; my husband&#8217;s pessimistic self is rubbing off!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today&#8230; I am overwhelmed.Nothing major&#8230; no need for therapy&#8230; yet maybe my little happy pill isn&#8217;t working. Last night Zachary comes into my room&#8230; after throwing up all over his bed. Sick. They are dropping&#8230; yet one at a time. &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/?p=516\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/516"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=516"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/516\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=516"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=516"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/livinglovingbreathingboys.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=516"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}