>So, this post has nothing to do with weight, nutrition or exercise, BUT I just had to share it. Periodically I feel like I will want to share some flashbacks with you. This one involves the tonsil drama. Zach got his tonsils out two years ago Christmas (he was 5) and it was a drama to beat all dramas, to say the least. I was so stressed and frustrated during this time that one Sunday morning I sat down and wrote this before going to church. I felt much better afterwards…
Twas the 5th day before Christmas
Twas the 5th day before Christmas when all through the house of Ramsey
Not a creature was taking their medicine, eating or drinking…not even Zachary.
The popsicles and ice cream were stocked in the freezer with care
In hopes that Zachy would soon eat it bare!
Zachary was nestled all delirious on the couch
In hopes that his tonsils would magically heal…ouch!
With Mr. Ramsey at work and I at home
We had just settled down when I answered the phone
On the other end of the phone there arose such chatter
Grandma said, call the doctor to see what is the matter
Away to the phone I called the doctor in a mad dash
The doctor said to go to Hillcrest Pediatric ER in a flash
So to Rt. 271 during rush hour we did go
With a sick boy, and grandma, we went very slow
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
A hospital sign up ahead, very clear
With such wonderful hospital staff that I knew right quick
My little boy would not for very long be so sick
More rapid than eagles the nurses all came
With blood tests and IV’s, and movies by name
We can turn on Scooby or Ice Age or Shrek!
Incredibles, or Monster’s Inc or Polar Express!
From the top of his head, to the bottom of his toes
Dash away IV fluid, and away did it go!
When the surgeon called in to check on the tike
He said the best thing was to stay overnight
So up to the 3rd floor of Hillcrest we flew
With Zach in a wheelchair, mommy and daddy too.
And then in a twinkling I heard from the bed
The call button’s buzzer and Zach’s little head
As I went over to check him and was turning around
In the door came St. Nurse with a bound
She was dressed all in white from her head to her feet
And her clothes had fun characters on them – how very sweet
A bundle of medical things she wheeled into the room
She looked right away like she was right at home
Her eyes were so kind, her dimples how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her voice so cheery
Her stethoscope was drawn up like a bow
And her coat and shoes were as white as the snow.
With the thermometer held tightly in her hand
She asked Zachy to wear a special arm band
She had a kind face and a warm demeanor
And a laugh that instantly made me like her
She was so supportive, the picture of health
And I cried when I saw her, in spite of myself
A wink of her eye and a nod of her head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread
She spoke encouraging words and went straight to her work
Gave Zachy his medicine, then turned with a jerk
And laying the juices on the hospital table
She gave Zachy a choice between grape and apple
She was firm, but kind as she gave her directions
And down went the apple juice – that was the best one
But I heard her exclaim as she finished her shift
Zach, remember to take your medicine and drink like a fish!!!!