Think positive

I am looking back at the last five posts or so, and I realise that all of them are of me complaining about how awful everything is. That's not me. It depresses me that for some reason i have started bitching and complaining about everything. But sometimes I feel so wiped out that it's a long long climb upwards toward normal.

Riley's doctor thinks that his bouts of coughing and gagging at night could be, at the very positive end of the spectrum, an allergy combined with an adenoid problem that can be treated with drugs and, failing that, surgery. On the other end, however, he is even entertaining the possibility of a bizzarre heriditary disease called neurofibromatosis, which nobody in my family has, or epi-freaking-lepsy. I know my son doesn't have epilepsy. I know he's going to be just fine. I'm going to have to go online and look up all I can about allergies. I've been feeding him chocolate milk or peanut punch every day for a month, because he doesn't eat and it's his only source of calories, and now it seems that I have been torturing him, since he's quite possibly allergic to milk. I feel a little guilty about that, like I've been slowly poisoning him.

Buyt in this post I'm going to think positive. He's going to be fine. And I'm going to find my energy back. Today, for work, i took 21 college students on a tour to the east coast, the farthest point on the island, to see the natural gas installations there. It's a three hour drive each way. Probably why i'm so exhausted that this post isn't making any sense. I'm going to quit while I'm ahead.