Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Strep Throat
Just in time for Eid I came down with strep. At least I think that's what this is. I don't have an appointment to confirm it until tomorrow morning, but we took Ameera to the doctor's Sunday and she was diagnosed with it, given antibiotics, and told to stay home from school, so I assume, since my symptoms are the same, that that's what I've got.
As a result, I sat through the Eid services in the car (I just couldn't see potentially spreading strep to some 2000 congregants, especially as it is very contagious...) and I'll be skipping dinner with my friends tonight. (No way I want all their babies getting it!). And I had to write my editor and say there was just no way I could turn in an article today - I'm not completely coherent at the moment.
Ah well, I'm not grousing, after all I could be northern Pakistan this Eid, or Palestine, or New Orleans, or any other number of spots in the world where my prognosis could be a whole lot worse than a sort throat and fever. Places where tylenol and robitussin aren't readily available. Where food and shelter may not be available. Whenever anything unpleasant occurs to me, that's what I try to think about. Kind of immature perhaps, but it helps me. And, hopefully, when I get better, the remembrance spurs me to do something for people in those situations. ¶ 4:10 PM
As a result, I sat through the Eid services in the car (I just couldn't see potentially spreading strep to some 2000 congregants, especially as it is very contagious...) and I'll be skipping dinner with my friends tonight. (No way I want all their babies getting it!). And I had to write my editor and say there was just no way I could turn in an article today - I'm not completely coherent at the moment.
Ah well, I'm not grousing, after all I could be northern Pakistan this Eid, or Palestine, or New Orleans, or any other number of spots in the world where my prognosis could be a whole lot worse than a sort throat and fever. Places where tylenol and robitussin aren't readily available. Where food and shelter may not be available. Whenever anything unpleasant occurs to me, that's what I try to think about. Kind of immature perhaps, but it helps me. And, hopefully, when I get better, the remembrance spurs me to do something for people in those situations. ¶ 4:10 PM
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as-salaamu `alaykum This is actually my first visit to your blog via Sister Scorpion's link. Sorry to hear about your sickness, but seems like this thing is going around. I myself could barely get through Eid yesterday due to an AWFUL cold.
I actually wanted to thank you profusely for your article in Mothering Magazine early last year. I have been dying to see something by/about Muslims in Mothering and I have had a severe case of writers' block in pursuit of seeing that realized.
I was thrilled when I read your article and I really started to identify with it when we spent late summer/early fall in Syria for the first time in 3 years-- the first time that my oldest (6) was really able to develop a relationship with her Syrian grandmother and I found myself thinking the same thoughts as you and consicously reminding myself to let her develop that cultural and personal connection without my own input. Especially since I had to deprogram my daughters a lot because of the cultural issues we have there regarding women and girls, I had to remind myself that I had to calm down and be selective and know when it was OK for me to step back and let her develop her "Syrian side" and her "Syrian relationships".
Anyway, I will be bookmarking you and reading your blog more often. Thanks again Pamela!
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I actually wanted to thank you profusely for your article in Mothering Magazine early last year. I have been dying to see something by/about Muslims in Mothering and I have had a severe case of writers' block in pursuit of seeing that realized.
I was thrilled when I read your article and I really started to identify with it when we spent late summer/early fall in Syria for the first time in 3 years-- the first time that my oldest (6) was really able to develop a relationship with her Syrian grandmother and I found myself thinking the same thoughts as you and consicously reminding myself to let her develop that cultural and personal connection without my own input. Especially since I had to deprogram my daughters a lot because of the cultural issues we have there regarding women and girls, I had to remind myself that I had to calm down and be selective and know when it was OK for me to step back and let her develop her "Syrian side" and her "Syrian relationships".
Anyway, I will be bookmarking you and reading your blog more often. Thanks again Pamela!
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