There’s a whole lot of Tylenol going through our house this week!

Shana’s down to just a couple doses a day, but she keeps re-injuring her finger.  (We didn’t blog about the original injury–the short story for those of you we didn’t email:  she lost the tip of a finger and had to have it reattached.  Feel free to email if you want the gory details.  And they are gory!)  Yesterday a friend sat on it; today she ripped the bandage off herself while grabbing a toy back.  Maybe she needs a sling, to remind people herself she’s injured!

We’re supposed to change her bandage every day or two–torment for all parties involved!  The old bandage is always stuck to the wound with old dry blood, and the slightest pull makes Shana wince or cry out.  I think most of the fault is her parents though–we’re such wusses!  We’re a little afraid of hurting her, and very much afraid of making the wound worse, or of it being our fault if it doesn’t “take”.  I try to act cool and confident for Shana’s sake but I have to keep reminding myself what I remind Shana:  “who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life?”  What’s done is done, and God is still in charge.

I (Nate) am on Tylenol all day too this week.  I had a blood vessel in my nose cauterized on Monday to prevent frequent heavy nose bleeds.  The doctor didn’t warn me how much that would hurt!  I feel like I have a major toothache in a couple of teeth, an earache, a sinus headache, and a broken nose all rolled into one.  Add to that strict warnings against blowing my nose or over-exerting myself for two weeks.  But it’ll all be worth it if it really fixes the nosebleeds.

Incidentally, while I was at the ENT’s, I also had my hearing checked, and it turns out I have significant hearing loss!  That explains all those times I didn’t clean my room when my mom told me to.

Kenan needs Tylenol to remove the boredom since his parents and sister are wrapped up in their own worries.

Helen, as usual, is the healthiest sick person in the family.