We have a winner, but it definitely isn’t me.

First of all, for unfinished business. The winner of 100 g of handpainted sock yarn in loving memory of my Crocs is Sharon Rose, whose comment was randomly drawn once I got my computer back.

This is what I’ve done with the Crocs, after we realized that they were too stiff and warped for Tal to wear them comfortably. One of these days, I’m going to be sneaking him a pair of his own, because he does look a bit silly in my new yellow ones with the huge flower decorating one.

Now, as for the Ravelympics, I’ve got FAIL written all over me. I was beginning to realize it wouldn’t happen in the middle of the second, but still I soldiered forth because I’ve been plagued with missed deadlines as of late and really wanted to break the curse. On Saturday, the day before the closing ceremony, I finally got to the toes, and had flighty visions of myself grafting the very last stitches just as the Olympic flame is extinguished. But.

Tal and I spent the better part of Sunday running around Beer Sheva with Yiftah, who was scheduled for a bone density scan in the morning to rule out a bone infection in his big toe (that had us in hospital two months ago) as the reason for his constant fever and toxic poo. That was fun in itself because he had to be injected with a dose of radioactive isotopes. Tal and I decided he was now a superhero – Radioactive Boy – whose superpowers include peeing lasers and pooping enriched uranium (that’s definitely what it looks like). Oh, and we also had to give him an anasthetic to knock him out for the second scan later in the day, but he spit out half of it, so instead of falling asleep, he was really antsy and Tal and I had to contort ourselves into bizarre poses to keep him still. The first scan was funny because I kept him still by breastfeeding him, so while he was lying down on the examination bed with his legs between the sensors, I was leaning over the bed with a boob dangling into his mouth, and everyone was happy (especially the technician, no doubt).

In the interim between both scans, we hopped over to the pediatric ER for two pediatric specialists to take a look at him. Their conclusion was that it is not his toe, and that it’s either mono or something of the sort, or an intestinal parasite. Fun. Good times.

The bone scan came back negative, so they were right about that. Tomorrow we have another series of lab tests. So far Radioactive Boy’s poop has been coming back negative for parasites (surely even they cannot survive its immense toxicity), so we get to take more blood from the poor kids to try to see if we can find any interesting antibodies.

On one hand I am relieved that it’s not a bone infection. On the other hand, not knowing what this is is just driving me insane. At the moment, it seems that we might not even find out what it is before it goes away (please please please go away – I don’t care what you are), and the only real question is WHEN?

So if we go back to the matter of my string of failed deadlines, I chose to express my frustration by giving myself a suitable medal:

When I look at my days right now, what with having both kids at home until the end of August, and with Yiftah being especially needy, I realize that anything I get done other than just being with them is just gravy. But still… Why is it that I feel so frustrated that I’m “not doing anything” when actually my hands are unbelievably full?

September is just a week away, and then I will have so much spare time I will not know what to do with myself…



Filed under Crafting Under Fire, La Familia

3 responses to “We have a winner, but it definitely isn’t me.

  1. We had a very similar expirience lately with radioactive isotopes… or daughter had to have her kidneys scanned. She also spit out the sedative and then she went hyper on us when she was supposed to sleep. We finally got her down. Adventures in the hospital. 🙂

  2. Lindsay

    Just wanted to say I’m so sorry about the little one. Wish I could help in some way.
    And on a happier note, that picture is absolutely adorable. The two of you are so cute together. 🙂

  3. dontcare (Shannon)

    Poor little man. I hope they figure out what it is soon, and get him back to feeling well.

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