Well, I'm pretty sure I have pneumonia. They couldn't squeeze me in to the doctor today, but when they talked to me over the phone, they told me to go to the ER. No way am I going to the ER -- no way.
Besides, Annabel is getting tubes put in her ears tomorrow morning, and she's the kid that's deathly afraid of doctors.
Some people keep telling me that all this illness in the family is due to the oldest kid being in pre-school, and bringing home sickness after sickness. Other people tell me it's just New Orleans. I don't know...but the main thing that can run me out of here is a threat to my children.
Da Wife went to BERG and went skating with a rollergirl on Sunday in Audubon park -- she's going to start practicing with the team as well. Daddy gets more babysitting duty, which would be fine if the kids liked daddy as much. It runs in cycles, and there's only so many trips I can make to Angelo Brocato's (which, IMHO, rules over the Creole Creamery).
I've been keeping the doors open and the fans going. I'm afraid to start the A/C up, with Entergy being Entergy.
A group of us who went to USM as undergrads have been trying to get together and see what's happened with the old gang. The internet has made that a whole lot easier.
Well, of the gang of 10, one is missing and 2 are dead. One died of a brain tumor 2 years ago, and another one died of liver and kidney failure. He basically drank himself to death.
That's a lot for a week.
I've always been the sentimental sort, and I've usually been good at keeping up with old friends. Which is why I enjoy the sitemeter map. When I see the hit from Vienna, I know it's probably Skip; the Hawaii hit has to be Kama Aina, and when I get the hit from Vancouver, I hope it's Howard (email me Howard!). God only knows how I get hits from Vietnam, Argentina, and Madagascar.
OK, you ready for this? Thank goodness the Saints re-signed Terrance Copper. There were times where we doubted coach's faith in him, but by the end of the season, Copper had redeemed himself.
I have drunk the Sean Payton kool-aid, and I thirst for more. At least, for the next 4 years.
Oh, and the top pic is courtesy of birthday-boy Michael, and the pic with me and our passionate waif is from Seymour D. Fair. Maybe our waif should try this...she could make her own wardrobe.
Whoo boy. Feel better. Watch out for the kids - they truly become cute lil' Typhoid Marys once they start school.
And of all those pictures, the one with Madam FDE fits the best. The color of your face needs to change, though...
I keep wondering if they'll let her put FDE on her skimpy costume someplace if she becomes a Saintsation.
Posted by: liprap | 27 March 2007 at 05:14 AM
Yeah, but can she dance?
Anyway, I don't live anywhere near N.O. My kids have had ear tubes, tonsils out, and a sinus lavage (ew). I've had strep throat twice and pneumonia. So it probably is all the germs from preschool. This is the first year I haven't had a myriad of respiratory illnesses and they are in 3rd/5th grade now.
And get your butt to the doctor soon!
Posted by: saintseester | 27 March 2007 at 05:56 AM
Get well soon. I too would hold out for a doctor appointment.
Posted by: Editor B | 27 March 2007 at 07:05 AM
Screw the ER. No friggin' way. It's the time of year. We just went through a round of sickness, and everyone I talk to has had someone in their family come down with one form of crap or another. Hang in there and drink lots of the Kool-aid!
Posted by: Michelle | 27 March 2007 at 07:46 AM
I have lived here in New Orleans for four years and have seen no significant rise in sickness than I experienced in San Diego.
But stay out of DC!
(whispers)cancer!(whispers)
Posted by: Varg | 27 March 2007 at 09:16 AM
Ashley, it's true re:kids in school. It seems I've been sick on and off since my grandson started school in August. I go to his school usually once a week, then miss two with something I picked up there as all the kids have some "thing" they seem to just keep passing around. Feel better and know that your immune system will out by the time they hit, oh, 9 or so. Mine did with my daughter, now I'm just doing it again.
Posted by: slate | 27 March 2007 at 10:10 AM
It's definitely the kids; this kind of thing isn't confined to New Orleans. Get used to it, that's your lot in life for the next 17 years. You can especially plan on getting sick every September after the kids start school and start swapping summer vacation germs with each other.
Posted by: Ray | 27 March 2007 at 10:29 AM
You need to get another tie, You're wearing the same one in all of the pictures.
Posted by: mominem | 27 March 2007 at 10:31 AM
You need to get another tie, You're wearing the same one in all of the pictures.
Posted by: mominem | 27 March 2007 at 10:32 AM
Why are you looking at Brittney's head? I mean the cleavage...
Posted by: hana | 27 March 2007 at 11:10 AM
Get thee to a doctor!
Posted by: chrissieroux | 27 March 2007 at 12:16 PM
Update: the ear tube surgery went fine, and the doc found all kinds of gunk in there. She'll be a happy camper and her speech will get where it should be since it won't sound like she's underwater any more.
And yep, I gots pneumonia. The doc put me on major league antibiotics, gave me a shot, and said if I have trouble breathing, get thee to an ER. Besides, she said, her husband works there.
Posted by: ashley Morris | 27 March 2007 at 12:26 PM
Wait a minute! Do I detect a spouse reading your blog?
Posted by: Mr. Clio | 27 March 2007 at 12:33 PM
Glad you're on the big meds. This winter has been the worst for this shit as far back as I can remember, which on some days is not a very long time. I think you shine more with waifs and cooter flashers that with polyticians. They bring out the ultra-manliness in you.
Posted by: Marco | 27 March 2007 at 02:11 PM
My girl's ears were infected from the time she hit 2 months to 16 months. She never spoke. When it was determined she wasn't hearing, we had the tubes put in. She started speaking within a month. She also has had only one more infection since, and that was they day the tubes happened to be coming out.
Posted by: saintseester | 27 March 2007 at 03:30 PM
It troubles me that your hands are not visible in the pic with the FDE woman.
Posted by: Mr. Clio | 28 March 2007 at 06:35 AM
Go with eggs?
Posted by: Varg | 28 March 2007 at 08:36 AM
Glad the surgery went fine, that's good news.
Sorry about the pneumonia-- no cigars for you!
Posted by: oyster | 28 March 2007 at 10:36 AM
Go with eggs, with cheese and green ham!
No cigars, no much of anything except hacking a lung out.
Yep, da wife does occasionally read the blog. She usually feels no obligation to comment, thank God.
Finally, yes, I'm staring at her cleavage. I know, it's supposed to be like looking at an eclipse: you glance briefly then turn away. But hey...
Posted by: ashley Morris | 30 March 2007 at 08:15 PM