"Did the doctor give you a bandaid for your medicine?"

How do you explain to my cute little 3 year old niece that your tummy just isn't being very happy and we don't understand why? As I was trying to explain to Kaylee why I was so lethargic and wasn't my normal, playful self, she chimes in with the fact that we see different doctors and how I need to go to the doctor again and he will make me all better. Best of all, I was told that I needed a bandaid and it would make everything all better. Childhood is so sweet and innocent. The idea that a small token of a sticky bandaid or a kiss on the boo boo will make everything all better.

The drama of Catherine-dom continues. Mom and I went to the ER on Thursday because I was having an episode of unexplainable retardation. If nothing else this little retardation gave me a day off from work. I know, I know... the idea is to take a day off and do something fun.

The weather is beautiful outside and I am loving the flowers all around. Life is wonderful and complex. I sat out on the front porch this evening and savored the warm air with the hint of lilacs that wafted past on the gentle breeze. Spending these relaxing moments helps to put the chaos back into perspective.