Monday, January 28, 2013
Sometimes I am a witch because everything goes south and I've said the same things 10,000 times already and the 10,000th and first time I LOSE it! Sometimes people, strangers included, push and push and push and then whammy, I will get your little dog too.
I wish I wasn't this way but at the same time sometimes I am the good witch. Currently Stretch has had issues with homework, grades and all things middle school including the she-beasts known as 12 yo girls which he seems to be fascinated with instead of Science...there are ramifications for poor grades, passwords have been changed, electronics are locked up and yes I am in constant chatter with your teachers, how embarrassing?!! Did I mention that I brought your friends mother's into the picture, yes they too understand that you shouldn't be at their house ANYTIME SOON. This is witchy behavior done for the greater good, even if Stretch doesn't get it.
Stretch is also my runner, he found his sport, flying with his feet. He's truly graceful and makes that 300 yard sprint at the end look fun. The good witch understands that when everything else is going south in his world, he still needs to run, he still needs to feel good about something. To that end, when he suffered two boughts of excercised induced anaphylaxis in the last 3 and half weeks while running, everyone but the good witch was ready to throw in the towel. Me and Google looked and looked for a trigger, he tested clean out of all possible testable triggers. We finally found one, NSAIDS aka as Aleve. We listened to the allergy doctor diss our research. We listened to our mother, a nurse, diss our research and then our dh, a doctor said, "you might be onto something." So the good witch poked and prodded and poked some more. We got a protocol approved by the same doctor who offered up dancing as the replacement sport if "this running thing" doesn't work out. We got the school onboard, we got the coaches onboard and then I did what all good witches do best, we flew straight into the storm.
With new drugs pumping through his body for only 48 hours prior to Sunday, with hydration accomplished all day on Saturday, armed with Benadry, an Epi-pen, cell phones and people on the course for back up we took on the 4th Sunday run, an easy 5K but the place of the first attack and therefore a little scary mentally. I paired him up with a speedy buddy, my husband tried to keep up but the 12yo's did this handily in about 20 minutes and he puffed in around the 30 minute mark and I followed behind. Was this his fastest run? Was this is best performance? Both no but 21:30 for a 5K isn't shabby. He was smiling at the end, he was relieved looking at the end and he was happy.
Having a witch for a mother can't be all bad as he said, "thanks mom for figuring out how I can still run." Now if onlyI had a spell for homework...