If you are too sick to go to school then you are too sick to...

Sorry for the long blog title, but I am still a very novice blogger and I felt I had to get it all in there. Anyway, I am home from school today. I was supposed to substitute teach, but I have lost my voice. Ephraim very sweetly offered to help me find it this morning. We didn't find it, so I stayed home. Of course, Carson went to school, Troy to work and I took Ephraim to CMO about an hour late.

My mother always said (maybe your mother did too) "If you are too sick to go to school then you are too sick to... (you fill in the blank)". Maybe you were too sick to play, or too sick to go to a ball game (not ever my problem) or too sick to go to violin lessons or ballet (boo hoo, yeah right). So, maybe, I am too sick to blog, but I couldn't help myself. After all, I lost my voice not my ability to type. Though, I am sure rest in its purest form would be more beneficial to my recovery.

I really need to finish my Christmas cards, but maybe I am too sick to do that??? I should be doing a few things around the house like putting away that ever growing pile of laundry, but after all, I am too sick to go to school. I think I can work this to my advantage.

Troy mentioned I might want to go to the doctor. Maybe he was thinking we should get all the visits to the doctor we can in before the end of the year, after all we did more than meet our huge deductible with Ephraim's surgery this summer. Or maybe, he didn't want me to suffer unnecessarily or maybe he didn't want to have to suffer through my whining. Either way, I have opted not to go the doctor yet. I suppose that is in part due to the fact that my mother never took us to the doctor unless we were on our very last leg.

I remember in high school, I didn't get to the doctor until I had burst an "air sac in my lung" trying so hard to breath. I had to have a few days of breathing treatments at home. My mother talked them out of putting me in the hospital because she said she could do the treatments at home with a rented machine. Somehow they agreed to it. That mother of mine, could do anything she set her mind to, including persuading the doctor, she knew what was best. Indeed, I did survive my treatments at home. She was also probably trying to avoid unnecessary medical debt, as I don't think we had any serious health insurance to speak of.

Maybe Ephraim will find my voice while he is gone at CMO, he did promise to keep looking that sweet little boy. Until then, I guess, I will have to be on "restriction". After all I was too sick to go to school.