Commence the heavy drinking

So, over the weekend, I started having symptoms indicative of a UTI.  I know you’re on the edge of your seat, wanting to hear more, but first, a bit of background.

My last doctor visit for a UTI occurred a bit over three years ago, just before a girls’ weekend trip to Kansas City with my mom and sisters.  After making sure that I didn’t get the antibiotic associated with tendon ruptures, I filled the prescription and dutifully started the course, taking it as prescribed with plenty of water.

Later that day, I hopped on the bus to Kansas City, looking forward to quality time with my family, which would include some fun Kansas City restaurants.  By the time our much anticipated Saturday lunch at Eden Alley rolled around, I was feeling a little off — not sick, exactly, but just uncomfortable.

As the day progressed, I realized the problem — constipation, an effect of whatever antibiotic I was taking.  By the time my mom dropped me off for the five hour return bus ride on Sunday morning, I hadn’t pooped in over twenty-four hours (NOT normal for me), and I felt completely disgusting.

Given my tendency toward motion sickness, buses are an iffy proposition for me at the best of times.  Bus ride plus constipation?  REALLY bad combination.  I had no interest whatsoever in eating the nice wrap I bought at a deli, and I barely held it together as we made our way east on I-70.  Still, I thought I would make it, but then we left the interstate and started making our way through downtown St. Louis.  The stop-and-start was just too much for me — the bus stop was so close, yet so far away.

As we sat at a stoplight within two walking blocks of Union Station,  I knew the bus would go around the block, making it more like five interminable blocks until we arrived.  Things were about to get ugly, so I grabbed my purse, abandoning the rest of my stuff in the seat, went to the front, and begged the driver to let me get off and walk the rest of the way.

The fresh, cool air and lack of bus movement nausea arrived just in time to prevent vomiting, thought I may have felt better, sooner, if  I hadn’t fought it.

Within a few days, I finished the course of antibiotics and returned to my usual, very regularly pooping self, but with a heightened wariness of antibiotics.  In the following weeks, I had a couple more [undiagnosed] UTIs (usually a rare occurrence for me, thankfully) that cleared with my home treatment of flushing things out by drinking lots and lots of water, and maybe some tea, but you really don’t need to drink anything special.

So, when the frequent, painful urination started this time around, I turned to the tap.  In the past few days, I’ve gulped gallons of water, with a bit of green tea here and there.  I found a few cranberry extract pills from three years ago (you know, only two years expired), so I’ve tossed those into the mix as well, though I’m not sure that they really do much.

Every treatment has its unwanted effects, and the downside to drinking lots of water is frequent bathroom visits, but that’s kind of the point.  While not a big deal during the day, it’s not so great for sleeping.  In any case, I think my heavy drinking is doing the trick, though I don’t think I’m in the clear yet.  I’ll give it a few more days, but I may be headed to the doctor after all.  If that happens, please remind me to avoid any bus trips.

Bloody onions!

A few weeks ago, Matthew started onions and leeks in flats, and they’ve been happily growing under the grow lights in the basement.  However, the lack of real sunlight and fresh air led to some mold growth on the top of the soil, so with outside temperatures in the 50s, he planned to get them outside for some good old-fashioned UV light.

I decided to help with this on Tuesday, so mid-morning, after Gabriel and I returned from the gym/kids’ room, we headed to the basement.  With no way to carry the seedling flat and a baby at the same time (well, there would have been a way, but it would have required going upstairs for the Ergo carrier), I opted for the “set Sir down in the basement with a toy, grab a seed tray, and dash outside and right back in before he could get into any trouble” option.

Now, while Sir’s usual stair method involves both hands and feet, he has recently started experimenting with standing up and holding a railing and/or adult’s hand.  With the hands and feet method, he navigates stairs pretty well over ninety percent of the time, but we [almost] always spot him from below, because he is given to slipping every now and then.

Anyway, when I opened the side door that leads to the stairs down to the basement, Sir was on the second or third step (from the bottom), coming to see me.  He had been using the original [safe(r)] method, but right about the time I entered, he stood up straight on the step, all, “Look, Ma, no hands.”

After that, I’m not quite sure what happened — either he just lost his balance on his own, or I may, in my slight alarm at his position, have made a sudden move that led to the tumble.  Either way, the final result was a two or three step fall, ending on the concrete basement floor.  Not good.

I picked him up and checked his head, which seemed fine, and then attempted to check for equal and reactive pupils, when I noticed a decent bit of blood on both of us.  For a minute, I couldn’t determine the source of the blood.  I ruled out mouth (which was the culprit in a previous fall), head, and ears before discovering a good sized gash on his chin, right along his jaw bone.

I called Matthew for a phone consult on the use of steri-strips, which I applied with little success, contending with a crying, upset baby and a chin soaked with blood and drool.  With lunch and nap time fast approaching, I cleaned things up a bit more and slapped a bandage over the steri-strips.

We suspected that, especially with the location, the injury would need more than our first aid attempts, so I called and left a message for our pediatrician’s phone nurse.  Since the bleeding was more or less under control and Gabriel calmed down and ate lunch as usual, I decided to go ahead with his nap while waiting for the nurse’s return call.

The nurse suggested coming in to the office to see if they could glue the gash, cautioning that if the doctor determined that glue wouldn’t work, we would have to head to the ER for stitches anyway.  With the possibility of avoiding a much higher copay and the ER gauntlet, I took their last available appointment for the afternoon.

Long story short (well, still fairly long, but a bit shorter), the doctor used the glue-bond stuff, covered with a big, waterproof bandage to protect it from drool (because the glue needs to stay dry for the first 48 hours).  I admit to being dubious that it would hold, but now, over 48 hours later, it looks like we got off easy.

Still, the $25 doctor visit copay, not to mention the pain, tears, and angst (and the risk of a more serious injury) added significantly to the cost of this onion crop.  Needless to say, I’ve learned my lesson about leaving a toddler unattended, even for “just a second” — the onions weren’t worth the blood!

Gearing up and getting out

A post about biking with the trailer is in the works, but the truth is, even before last week’s snow and the resulting icy roads, Gabriel and I have been sticking closer to home, with more outings by foot.  That, and quite a lot of car outings for family time over the holidays.

Last Friday, we walked through a pretty snowfall for a family pizza dinner outing.  Not amazing pizza, but good, with a nice atmosphere, and the whole being able to walk there makes it taste better thing going.

Thus far, we’ve been pretty minimalist with Gabriel’s footwear — barefoot or socks (no shoes) exclusively for the first year.  While we were mired in indecision (and Gabriel got closer to walking), trying to find a balance between good shoes that would actually be foot shaped and healthy for his feet and not spending an unreasonable amount of money for shoes that he would outgrow in a few months, my MIL bought a pair of Skidders (I’ve also seen them called Rubberoos).

Foot-shaped, flexible, easy to wear, they’re a kind of hybrid sock-shoe: sock-like fabric top with a thin, flexible, grippy rubber bottom.  They’ve been great for the past few months, and Sir logged some serious miles in them, between walks with me and with his grandpa (up to a half mile!), but they’re not so good for walking outside in wet/cold/snowy conditions.

Though I liked the design of some of the Keen infant/toddler boots, I couldn’t bring myself to drop eighty dollars or more on a pair, so last week (just in time for the snow), I compromised on an okay-for-not-to-frequent-wear pair of snow boots at a kids’ consignment store.  Gabriel had to relearn walking with the new kicks, but he picked it up fairly quickly.

On NewYear’s day, we hit the slopes.  Luckily, the park at the end of our street has a decent little hill.  Walkable sledding hill equals not having to navigate iffy streets in the car, a definite win.

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Yes, there may have been as much grass as snow on some parts of the hill, but we take what we can get.

It’s been chilly (by StL standards) since the snow, and I’ve been in hibernation mode, but time outside is unarguably good for Gabriel (and probably good for me too), so we bundled up yesterday morning and ran some errands on foot, picking up a shoe repair and ducking into Home Eco.  We stuck to the sunny, non-icy side of the street, and Gabriel covered some serious distance before accepting a lift in the stroller.

Even in our not-super-cold temps (high teens, low twenties, may feel colder with wind), the right gear — warm footwear, good mittens, and, yes, balaclavas — make outside time much nicer.  An added bonus of the balaclavas — we’re ready to rob banks at the drop of a hat . . .

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. . . or ready to encounter slightly sinister looking snowmen.  Happy winter!

New to us: Shopping Craigslist and garage sales

I grew up with garage sales being a fairly regular Saturday morning activity, but it’s something that’s seldom been part of my adult life.  If I wanted to spend my weekends driving all over the metro area, I’m sure I could score a few good bargains, but if I’m in search of a specific item, it’s easier to turn to Craigslist.

I also strive to limit driving with Craigslist (CL) hunts, usually only looking at ads that list a location within five miles (or a bit more if it’s in a direction that I would be headed by car anyway, like near my MIL’s).  Biking to CL pickups is ideal, of course.

I found myself in just such a situation when I responded to an ad for a booster seat in “South City.”  The term encompasses a rather wide area, so I was delighted to find that the seller lived in my neighborhood, just seven blocks away.  Better yet, when I arrived to pick up the seat, she let me do some early shopping from her selection of toddler boy clothes that she was preparing for the neighborhood garage sale, so, for a very good price, and very little effort on my part, I took care of most of Gabriel’s winter clothing needs.

As an added bonus, I met another mom in the neighborhood, who we’ve since run into at the playground a couple of times, and who offered to contact me as her 4-year-old son continues to outgrow clothes.

While I prefer new to used in almost all areas anyway, used kids’ pajamas are particularly good in my book, since they likely have lower amounts of potentially toxic fire-retardant chemicals remaining.*  As an added bonus, somebody looks absolutely adorable in his “new” footie pajamas, and I rest easier knowing they’ve been through a number of wash cycles.

NOT spontaneously combustible, but possibly in danger of death by cuddles

Though I wasn’t initially planning on it, I took the time to check out some of the neighborhood garage sales that weekend (it was an organized event with over 30 sales on one Saturday).  Instead of lots of driving and in and out of the car, I spent a couple of lovely hours on a fall morning biking around my neighborhood.  For less than $15, I picked up five DVDs, a nice baby gate, and a couple of new toys for little Pookie.

I didn’t find anything that I was REALLY looking for (e.g., nice shoes for Gabriel, a coat rack for our front stairs), and it was money that I would not have spent if I hadn’t gone out, so I think it’s for that best that my garage sale-ing is self-limited.

*”Chemicals used in sleepwear labeled ‘fire resistant’ will remain in the fabric for at least 50 washes.”  Source here — see bottom of page for specifics on pajamas.  It’s not like mattresses or sofas or babies sleeping sweetly in their pajamas are prone to spontaneously bursting into flames.  It’s disgusting that the widespread use of TOXIC fire-retardant chemicals was introduced primarily as a precaution for fires started from another chemical nightmare — cigarettes.

Blogging in a vacuum

Life these days: bike rides with The Dude, warm fall days in the park, making full use of my new gym membership, settling into the one-nap-a-day schedule . . . .

All-in-all, not bad, but I’m a little blah on the blog.  For me, an important part of blogging is interacting with other bloggers: reading, commenting on, and being inspired by what others are writing.  Keeping up with a toddler doesn’t leave much time for me to check email and write my own posts, let alone stay up to date on the numerous blogs that I enjoy[ed].

I have no idea what’s going on over at Simply Bike, or what the Eco Cat Lady has been saying.  While I have plenty of post ideas, I feel disconnected, with little inspiration to take the time to write.   Although virtual interactions are no substitute for face-to-face relationships, they’re still important, and I feel their absence these days.