You give me fever.

I had the summer all planned out. $2 Tuesdays at the pool, movies, late nights, sun tans, popsicles, a few nights in Park City, the Bees game.... not exactly how the first week of summer started. I had gone to the pool with a friend- I thought I was amply sun screened- got a smidge burned on my chest and the tops of my legs. Went to High Fitness- business as usual. Fast forward to 6/19 (Wednesday)- I woke up with stomach pain, cramping. I was not happy because I had LOADS of things to do that day in addition to having to be on camera for a work meeting. I got up and showered, took Enzo to summer camp (9:00 AM) and came home to get on my meeting.

Two minutes into my meeting I start to sweat. And then freeze to death.

Then I start to shiver and feel like my hands and feet are going to be sheared right off like giant ice cubes.

I go to pick up Enzo. Barely make it to Miss Amy's. Call dad to come and get the kids. In so much pain. I clearly looked distraught because a couple teenage girls in the car next to me are yelling, "are you ok?!?!", "No, I am dying. But I am almost home and I will be fine.". They offered to follow me home. Nice of them.

I get home. Barely make it to my bed and then my breathing slows down, becomes labored. Mom and dad come and get the kids. Mark tells them to not leave me home alone. Insta Care ("We can't do anything for you") then to the ER. My heart starts to feel tight. My fingers are immobilized.

101.5 fever. Five hours in the ER. Two bags of fluid. Morphine (whew! That stuff is amazing). Tests- blood and urine. EKG. "There is nothing wrong with you." Awesome. $1600 later.

I left the ER feeling a little better. Felt like I could eat a hamburger but I am sure glad I didn't. About 6 PM I started getting sick again and welcomed vomit and diarrhea to the party.

I have NEVER been that sick in my entire life. Ever. I vow to never drink another Gatorade and probably will never eat a graham cracker again as long as I live.

I didn't wear clothes for almost a week. Didn't eat solid food. Showered for a total of 2 hours a day (the only time my body felt ok and I just dreaded getting out because I would freeze). Got to be babysat by my Mother in Law- bless her and her willingness to do my stairs 100 times a day to remind me to drink something every 30 min. Mom and dad kept the kids for a few days. Bree massaged my feet and my back, brought food and made sure to remind me that I can't die, ever. Mark drove back and forth from Park City every single day to be with me at night. Neighbors brought food and took my kids.

Still the illness remains a mystery but what is VERY clear is how many people rallied to save me from an untimely death. It's really a blessing to be well. I may hate summer messes and sticky floors but I hate being sick even more.

Alice Cooper said it best.

SCHOOL'S OUT FOR THE SUMMER! 

Another year in the books!

Mc finished 4th grade with Mrs Blaney and had a great year! She struggled a little bit with Math (heaven help us in 5th grade) but LOVED her teacher. Mrs Blaney was a trooper. What Mc didn't know is that Mrs Blaney was diagnosed with cancer earlier in the year and the Wednesdays when she wasn't at school, she was off getting treatment. I had to break the news after school was out that her cancer was terminal and that the school had hoped she would make it through the summer. She always had a smile and pushed Mc to do her best work. They worked hard on the 4th grade Utah assembly where they sang all about Utah and Mc got to square dance with her Valentine.

Mckinley and Mrs Blaney

Kingston  finished 2nd grade with Mrs Butikofer. She was an amazing teacher and was perfect for Kingston. He came into 2nd grade with the sloppiest handwriting and left with a love of STEM and much nicer penmanship. She really gave the kids a love of Math and Science and made the year amazing. They did a 2nd grade play (see post of the Donkey of Bremin Town) and did a puppet show where the kids all made/sewed/painted their own puppets. I had the privilege of spending a few Fridays in his class helping hot glue costumes, design hair and stick costumes. Sadly, Enzo won't get to have this teacher either- she is moving to a new school next year.

Uni the Unicorn

Mrs Butikofer's Class

Both kids earned their Mountain Lion award- they had additional tasks they had to do throughout the year and they both made it! The funny thing is the closer the kids inch to 6th grade the smaller the group of kids that earn the award. Here's hoping for Mt Lions every year!

Enzo finished up his 2nd and final year of preschool. I wasn't quite ready to say goodbye to Miss Amy. She was a godsend! She was the perfect teacher for Enzo and prepared him to enter kindergarten knowing how to write his name, count, do simple math, read a few sight words, knowing his colors, shapes and alphabet and kind of liking to color. She really is the best. 

walking into preschool on his last day

Enzo & Miss Amy