I’ve had a house guest for almost a year now. He was not invited, and he won’t leave. I’ve been really busy for the last few months so we’ve been able to stay out of each other’s way, for the most part.
But Medium’s numbers have been totally whack lately and it’s all his fault. The uninvited guest, that is.
The other night when we checked at bedtime he was 467……WTH? 467??? Just two hours earlier he was in the 100’s. So of course I rage bolused on him and then checked him 2 hours later and he was 187. Then I decided to check him again at 3:00 a.m. because I got up to pee.
My bleary eyes watched the countdown on the meter 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…..54.
Blink. Blink.
54.
Get the hell out of my house. I’m so over you, you don’t even know it.
It’s easy to push him to the back of my mind when I am extremely busy. It is easy for me to not get down about him when I don’t have time to think about him.
But things have finally slowed down a little bit in my life and now he is all up in my grill again.
And as much as I want to stick my head in the sand and ignore him, I can’t.
Because my son’s life depends on me paying attention to the rude, ugly, smelly, obtrusive and down-right abusive guest.
So here I sit. Vigilantly watching the stupid SOB.
He’d better sleep with one eye open.
Hell hath no fury like a woman whose child’s life has been threatened.
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