Managing some tantrums

Today was one of those days when nothing was supposed to happen, nothing did happen, and it quickly just passes into the general ether of lots of days in the hospital. It was day 90, actually, something right around one quarter of the year; one quarter of the earth's rotation around the sun, one season, one hell of a long time. And yet, it keeps on going. I labeled this the "summer of Woody" a while back, and the summer of Woody has been a hot, long, up and down affair, and even though the hottest part of the summer may be over for us in Minnesota, the summer of Woody is not likely to be over until there are flakes in the air.

I've been hair trigger on telling the nurses and doctors when I think Woody's getting sick ever since his UTI a week or so ago, and before yesterday I was beginning to think that he was getting sick again. However, I am finally convinced that he was just a little shagged out from a couple of hard nights and the eye exam, as he has been very awake, very feisty, and very strong today. In fact, he has had a number of nasty little temper tantrums recently, and figuring out what the irritant du jour is quite ~entertaining~. Sometimes it's his pants that need changing, sometimes he's uncomfortable, sometimes he's just pissed at the tube in his throat. Or like just now, when I saw him get red in the face enraged because he couldn't kick his hiccups. Poor kid.

I do have to say that I'm very happy to see him really awake and feisty, because when he's like that I know that he's feeling well enough to react and fight, and that makes me feel better. So go ahead and thrash, little man, and we'll see what we need to do to make you more comfy.