Thursday, July 17, 2008

My Week In Rhyme

Well this has been quiet the week. Rats, diapers brain tumors its enough to make any one go a little nuts. So to break the evil spell cast over me and mine this week I think I shall have to do a little bit of poerty to help me get back into the happy bloggy spirit:

My week In Rhyme
This week's been hell its really true
Ive been up to my eyes in diapers and poo
I've made pasta for hordes of babies
At least I haven't gotten rabies
My son has played with a large brown rat
I wish I had imagined that
My baby shakes and hasn't grown
Its enough to make you hide at home
There has been talk of a brain tumor
but at least I haven't lost my sense of humor
So I will look to the future and will not fear
could someone please fetch me a very large beer

As a Haiku

Brain tumors are bad
children shouldn't play with rats
Check please I'm done now

As a Limerick
There was was a girl from Manhattan
who had a heap of bad problems
she tossed her new doo
and wiped off the poo
and decided to go have a martini

Thank you all so much for your support it really helps.

By the way I did do a little on line snooping and thanks to you tube Ive watched about 600 videos of babies having seizures. Although they were just awful to watch I did learn she doesn't have infantile spams which is very very good. There are however a host of other awful things it could be a few videos sort of looked like what she's been doing. I really think its nothing maybe a weird tick or a strange habit. I don't really think the lack of growth is connected but we will be doing an EEG and maybe well catch a seizure. I think jumping to the tumor thing is nuts but we wont rule it or anything out until we get a reading. I have a feeling this is all a whole lot of worrying for nothing....I really really hope it is. I'm sure it is. Doctors just love to freak people out. But better safe than sorry.


Kristin H. said...

Well done with the words Suzie. You got some skillz.

Colleen said...

Hang in there, woman! It'll get better - I mean, it has to, right? ;o)

I love that the last line of your limerack doesn't rhyme. Make me one while you're at it!

WillThink4Wine said...

Love the poetry, Suzie! Poetry always helps me, too. As does, humor and wine!

The Laundress said...

Great poetic talents.

I'll meet you in Manhattan for a martini or Margarita any day. I'm not all that far away.

I don't know what's going on with the seizures...I'll have to snoop through your blog and find out...But I hope everything is okay.

my wonderful men... said...

Your a poet and didn't know it!

Rebecca Ramsey said...

Oh Suzie.
I wish I could send you a great big old hug.
And a hundred blue ribbons for your poetry genius! You're AMAZING!

Hang in there, my dear. The sun'll come out..tommorow..
Sorry I'm not a good singer!

Madge said...

"Check please I'm done now' was my favorite.

Really really hoping it's nothing....

Susan said...

Hanging on to your sense of humor is an important thing to do. Keep us posted and we'll keep praying. Hugs.

Kmommy said...

Awesome. Love the poetry :) So glad to see that you're taking it all in stride for the moment.
Know that I will be sending you and baby S good and positive thoughts :)

Courtney said...

That is quite the poem. Sorry your week is so bad.

Heather said...

Suzie, it's all going to be fine. I firmly believe that.

Loved the poetry!

Vered said...

You are quite the poet, aren't you. :)

It will be OK. I'm sure it will. Hang in there.

Cyber HUGS.

MommyWizdom said...

I love, love your poems! Tons of Cyber HUGS to you! Hope next week is better.

Annie said...

It'll get better. In the meantime, there's always alcohol. Or the spa. Or both at the same time.

The Apron Queen said...

I was trying to think up a silly rhyme, but the creative juice ain't flowing.

Check e-bay, thrift shops & flea mkts for the old hankies. Or ask older female relatives if they have any. Or you can chk Rick RAck Attack & just buy one. Wink. Wink.

Thanks for stopping by.

MamaGeek said...

You give good word Suzie! :)

Chimera said...

Holy hell in a danging handbasket!!!! I go away for a week and you have monster bugs, rats and a bloody brain tumour. That's it. I shall stay right here until our birthday parties next year.
Will try and call tomorrow. I am sorry to have been out of touch and only just seeing this crazy stuff about the Zen master.
Love you and lots of love and kisses to the babes and to the Mark.
T xxxxx

Pam said...

Hope your litttle one is O.K. Wrote you a limerick...
"There was a girl from Manhattan
Who learned medical terms that
were Latin,
She continued to work,
Not rest up or shirk,
When she should be resting in
sheets of soft satin."

Look after you. You do a great job.

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