Poor August has been sick again, this time with fever and a cough. Jessie took him to the doctor on Friday and he didn't have covid and he didn't have the flu so it's probably viral. He's getting his adenoids out in a few weeks and we're hoping that's going to help. Have any of you had experience with that situation?
So he was home with his mother today who was so very tired. She worked yesterday and the hospital where she works, which is Tallahassee's main hospital, has had some sort of computer information cyber attack and they're not really talking about it but the FBI is involved and it may be a ransom ware issue and things are a complete mess. EVERYTHING in the hospital involves computer technology. They are having to do manage it all on paper and with phone calls and faxing. I asked Jessie if they even still had charting forms for them to use and she said they did but they are so outdated and have been copied over and redacted and it's all just a shit show. That everyone is walking around asking everyone else how to do things and saying, "This is just a complete shit show."
They're not even accepting any but the most serious of trauma cases and only doing absolutely unavoidable surgeries. BUT- babies will be born and that's the area Jessie works in so they are just having to work-around and figure it out.
So yes, she was tired today.
I suggested we meet up at the park by the library and have a picnic and she liked that idea and so did August who is in good spirits despite his whatever-he-has. The hoop-a-coodus as my mother used to say when one of us was displaying symptoms like August has. Jessie went through the drive-in at the Pitaria, our favorite Mediterranean place and we sat in the sunshine and ate our hummus and pita and falafel and dolmades. So, so good. August was funny and jokey. At one point he said, "I wish Levon was here."
Which was pretty darn sweet.
He'd brought a book and after we ate I read a little of it to him. It was mostly a wonders-of-nature thing and included dinosaurs and the creatures who live in forests and deserts and in the ocean. He leaned up against me on the bench we were sitting on and both his mother and I tousled his hair and stroked his head. I swear- that boy is changing so fast. Every time I see him he looks different to me. I mean, always like August, but a different August.
I know, I know, I KNOW! This is the way of it but damn.
Remember when he looked like this?
And when I went to check out, I told the guy behind the counter that I, too, would like to know if they have Mexican grass. He was about to get on his intercom device and I rushed to stop him and said, "Whoa! Wait! It's a joke!"
I don't think he got it.
And boy, does he hate Orangina, as he calls Trump. Not only that but he calls out people who support him who have gay sons and daughters, who claim to be champions of art and the people who make it.
I sometimes (too often) feel like we humans are not going to make it. And you know what? I'm not sure we deserve to.
I think the only thing I can do right now is to be as kind and as loving and as helpful to those around me as I can be. What the fuck else can we do?