Life Is Perfect Enough, Just As It Is.
You know what? When it comes to life, it is perfect enough, just as it is. I saw this saying somewhere and wrote it down in my planner book. I resonated with this sentence so much that I was attempted to use it as my mission statement to guide my life.
Now, what I am really trying to say here is actually…When it comes to life, you just gotta learn to appreciate some dark humor some days.
We just finished our couple’s council meeting on Sunday and we had a really good conversation. Somehow I decided to check my email one last time before I went to bed and of course, I saw 4 consecutive emails screaming at me that someone hacked my Netflix account—changed my login email, my password, and my phone number. How dumb is that hacker?! The funny thing though, is that I actually just barely signed up for Netflix and I haven’t even finished the free trial yet. Since I do have payment info linked in my account, I immediately contacted customer service to get my account back and then reseting the password and change my payment method. And obviously cancel my subscription. Way to impress me Netflix.
While I was sitting at the desk working on all these stuff, I first stepped on a curled up rubber band my girl threw on the floor by my desk. It was a weird sensation. I kicked it away a little bit in frustration and thought in my head, I will have to ask my girl to pick that thing up tomorrow morning the first thing—no more throwing things everywhere on the floor! A few minutes later, I felt something on my right leg under the desk. Without thinking, I raised my left foot and scraped it off—whatever it was on my leg, perhaps a little random bug. Surprisingly, it was a similar weird sensation as if I just scraped off the rubber band from my leg. How did the rubber band get on my leg? And that’s when I thought to look down and at the same time, both my leg and my left foot started to feel this excruciating pain and tingling spreading out. Right by my foot, there lied a scorpion, tail down. I jumped. Quickly, I raised my chair and crushed that scorpion one more time to make sure that it is surely dead. I just got stung by a scorpion, for the first time! You would think that with the amount of scorpions we see around our house, I’d know what to do if anyone gets stung by one. Reality is that I had no idea what I’m supposed to do other than—”KILL THE SCORPION! “
So I googled. I went to the bathroom and tried to wash the sting site on my foot and my shin with soap and water, by the sink. How the heck am I supposed to wash my foot and leg in the sink? Maybe with a Qtip, dummy! Very pleased with my calmness and my quick solution, I used a Qtip and washed my wounds. Then I walked into the bedroom and woke up Jonny, my husband who always goes to bed early, and said, I was stung by a scorpion, twice, both on my foot and my leg. Jonny was startled, by me waking him up not by the fact that I was stung by a scorpion, and quickly said, just relax and get some rest. As I started to walk back out of the room, Jonny said, I wouldn’t walk on it. I turned my head and said, could you go throw away the dead scorpion then? He grunted and said as if this was just one of those million times I’ve asked him to take care of a dead bug in our house, just throw it in the trash or something! I said—then I will have to walk on it. Then, I was standing by my desk, with a piece of small paper in one hand, the kind that separates cheese slices that I left on the dining table from lunch, and an empty Trenta Starbucks watercup in my other hand. There went the scorpion. I sealed the sprout of the cup and threw the cup into a ziploc bag and the bag out of the house onto our pingpong table.
All a sudden, I realized that my youngest have been refusing to sleep in his bed lately so he is always sleeping on the floor these days. I grabbed the black light, turned off all the remaining lights and scanned all the other rooms except my boy’s room…since he was blocking the door. I tried to gently push the door open in hope that I could just open the door with big enough of a crack and I could sneak in to scoop up my baby into bed. Nope, he immediately woke up and the only way to get him to go back down is me holding him and nurse him. Well, at least Jonny can now go scan that room and glad that he did help me out this time. So now, I was holding my baby in my bed, feeling the pain getting worse and worse and I had no idea how long I would have to hold this kid. After a little bit, I just put my baby back in bed and locked the door again and prayed that the only scorpion in the house was indeed found and killed.
The next part was to google if there is any treatment for the scorpion stings. Obviously, unless you have a really bad reaction, as a healthy adult, you just get the pleasure of pain for the first 6 hours and then you will be all fine afterwards. And yes indeed, you are supposed to relax and stay calm and elevate your limb to your heart level so your blood is not circulating too fast to carry the venom around your body too quickly. It’s probably in my head but somehow I just feel this tube of venom literally going through my veins and then going around my body like a choochoo train. Yeah, it’s definitely in my head. So after googling for like an hour and finding nothing new, I fell asleep. In the middle of the night I could feel my leg and foot tingling and tweaking a little but with a pain killer, it was definitely not as bad as I thought it would be.
Out of abundant precaution, I decided to not drive anywhere on Monday and just chill at home. Since it’s the first day back after fall break, getting everyone back into a routine was not easy. Nobody was interested in quiet time so we had takeout for dinner. I told Jonny that everyone needs to go to bed by 5:30pm, only half jokingly. Kids were in bed early and they all fell asleep relatively fast. Then a few hours after I got to bed, I woke up to this cute babbling by the door. No cries, just baby talking. That was strange—he seems to be wide awake but in a very good mood? Usually, I’d just leave the baby in his room if he’s not crying but my gut told me to check on him. I opened the door, and felt this ball of heat hugging my legs. Oh, now you’ve got a fever?! Seriously?
Fortunately, this time Jonny was much willing to get up and assist me with temperature taking and medicine battle. Well, maybe it’s because I just left that bundle of heat, talking heat, in bed with Jonny and baby is having a grand time chatting to daddy. Anyways, long story short, we have been dealing with this random baby fever for the past few days. We have not gone pretty much anywhere. The only time he was out about was when we went to the empty playground last Thursday and he stayed in the stroller the whole time while all of us sanitized everything rigorously as usual. There is also no other symptoms other than the spiking high fever. Unless he was rocking that close to 104 fever, this brave little toaster was as happy as he can be and running around and most importantly, eating and drinking just fine. No one else in the house has any symptoms of anything either.
Out of precaution since we are still in the thick of this pandemic, we went and got a COVID test. With a fever striking over 104 this morning, I decided to bring this guy in to the doctors’ office. Of course, his fever went away for that appointment and everything looked fine. Dr said that it is likely Roseola so hopefully that’s it. And we got out COVID test results back just now and everyone is still negative so phew.
I probably should have taken a nap since I am just so sleep deprived but given the fact that my baby is still babbling by the door, I think I’ll just finish this blog post and hope that his fever did not come back full swing again.
It’s kind of funny that there are some very important things that we have been working on this week, for both Jonny and I at least and of course, life is the most chaotic this week. I sometimes do wonder if this is the Spirit telling me that I should not go along with MY plan and should instead do something else? Or is this the adversary trying to stop me because I am on the right track towards something good and great? It can be hard to figure this out sometimes.
It would be nice though when that day comes where I get to look back and say Ah, that’s why that scorpion stung me and then my baby got a fever so I could lose a whole week of sleep! Meanwhile, I guess, I’ll just try and go snuggle my baby in his tiny toddler bed and get him to stay in bed a little longer.
If you think about it, seriously, nothing is better than real life. And, of course, life is indeed perfect enough, just as it is.
