I like to look at life through the lens of football. After 13 years of homeschooling, I've finally accepted that we fall into the category of year-round homeschooling. Try as I might, we end up working in the summer. I jinxed myself this last Sunday. I posted on Facebook that I was SO excited about making it a week without a doctor's visit. I was looking forward to a week of nothing but school! It has been so long since we've had a week without any appointments.
The next day, I said, "Flag on the play! Celebrating in the end zone. Penalty will be assessed on the kick off." We had no scheduled appointments this week or next. Woke up Monday morning excited about the week ahead, and then POOF, the yellow flag was dropped. J came to me with another infected toe. I couldn't believe it!
It wasn't the toe we've been battling for the last 6 months. It was the toe that had an abscess under the nail last August. My heart sank, because I had wanted to believe the immunologist when he told me not to worry about skin infections -- it wouldn't happen on Bactrim. The doctor started him on an antibiotic and called the podiatrist who is going to try a different procedure on this toe (it has already had a minor surgical procedure done)
We're back in the end zone celebrating again. Sometimes, it is all a matter of perspective. It's a toe. We all have crosses to carry.... I'll be the old lady in the nursing home talking about "the toe".