Pie Heals All…

aka I Deserve Pie. I Made It. It’s Mine.

I can’t say this has been the best of weeks. Both of the kids have been sick with fever in the last 10 days. And we’re trying to keep John safe from any infection. (My instructions are to take him to the emergency room if he gets a fever over 100.4°.)

I bought fabric disinfectant spray and we’ve been spraying down the living room every night this week. It’s the main room John spends time. And hopefully either this prevents him from catching anything from the kids, or he’s already immune to it.

I’ve been fighting it too. And it doesn’t help that I’m not sleeping as much as I should.  Over the years I’ve learned a few tricks that often help my gimpy immune system. Colostrum supplements is one. Tinctures is another. Zicam in all its forms is useful, but especially the nasal spray. Wellness Formulae, probiotics – I’ve been slamming it all, trying to make sure I do not come down sick.

What is it about this time of year? It’s almost a guarantee that you will fight some kind of infection if you interact with people at all. I can go all summer just fine, but the instant school starts, HERE – IN CENTRAL TEXAS WHERE WE BARELY HAVE WINTER, suddenly everyone’s getting sick. And the closer we get to Christmas, the bigger that snowball becomes. I smell a conspiracy.

Anyway, with relatives fighting colds and now John’s not feeling well, I frankly don’t know if we can get together with family as we planned tomorrow.

To make things worse, frustrations for everyone have been high. And I’m living flashbacks to March, when we found out that John didn’t have a sinus infection or a stroke – he had brain cancer. The pressure in the head, the headache, the aphasia and impatience.

sigh… Next week is MRI week, so it might as well all be torture right now. And to make things worse, because John didn’t feel well, and because it’s Wednesday before Thanksgiving, we forgot his blood work that was supposed to get done today.

The year is almost over. And I’m so far behind.

We’ve spent Thanksgiving alone before. I don’t like it. It’s not fun.

But either way, I decided to make pumpkin pie tonight. It’s my favorite.

Correction: MY pumpkin pie is my favorite. Or Grandma Leona’s. Or even Lone Star Bakery’s pumpkin pie. Most others I can’t stand. They don’t use enough spices and they use too much white sugar.

And so after a worrisome day, with a bit of let down in there too, here I am trying to write my NaBloPoMo post for the day.

Everyone’s upstairs and my house smells heavenly. And the peaceful quiet and aroma is nice.

I want pie. I’ve worked hard and done good deeds.

I was going to save it for tomorrow’s breakfast with coffee.

But perhaps just one piece tonight won’t matter.

I’ll sit here in the dim quiet, savor it slowly, and reflect on the day.




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3 responses to “Pie Heals All…

  1. Amy

    You definitely deserve pie! Eat the whole thing if you want. It’s medicinal.

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