Hell Week for the Goose

“I do not believe in God, because I do not believe in Mother Goose.” Clarence Darrow

Perhaps Clarence was confused about the reality of Mother Goose. He was definitely confused about God. But even Mother Goose who has abundant faith, hope and love is at a loss for an explanation when it comes to the events of this past week. Let’s reflect together for just a few minutes about the Hell Week of a Goose.

On Monday, the youngest of the goslings mentioned that she felt something was in her eye. Mother Goose looked and saw nothing.

On Tuesday, the child’s eyelid was puffed up like a cumulus cloud. Mother Goose ran to her medicine cabinet and pulled out two ophthalmic products — a small bottle of eye drops and a tube of neomycin ointment (an antibiotic). She dutifully applied both products to the right eye of the child. Within an hour, the pupil in the child’s right eye was completely dilated. The puffiness had not diminished.

Not my daughter’s eye, but definitely a dilated pupil.

Well, how strange, thought Mother Goose. “Let’s just go to sleep now, and I’m sure you’ll be fine tomorrow morning for the first day of school.”

And, of course, in the morning, the eye was puffier than ever and the pupil was still dilated. The brave child went off to school anyway, leaving Mother Goose at home to Google this problem, and to make an appointment with the doctor. The antibiotic cream was fine, according to Google. Mother Goose now googled the name of the prescription eyedrops, Atropine. “A very strong medicine for dilating the pupil, used primarily for glaucoma patients, people with bleeding eyes and dogs with eye infections…”

Yes, our dog had used these drops in her eyes just a few months ago for her eye infection.

Oh, Mother Goose…

Four days later, my daughter’s pupil is nearly back to its normal size and activity.

Oh, Mother Goose…

Also this week, the husband of Mother Goose was the subject of a dental procedure — the extraction of his abscessed molar.

The molar of husband Goose didn’t look this good…

On the same day, one of the goosemobiles suffered a meltdown, requiring a $500 repair at the Pep Boys.

They do everything for less…

Another of the goslings accidentally smashed his arm into a door, requiring a trip to the Emergency Room at our local hospital. The poor fellow cracked it so terribly hard that he couldn’t straighten it out. The good folks at West Suburban Medical Center took a few xrays and determined that the arm was neither broken nor dislocated, only horribly bruised.

We’ve been here several times over the years…

Whew… it’s been just awful for Mother Goose who was crying and honking all at the same time.

Did I mention that I also sliced a huge chunk out of my index finger as I washed the perpetual dishes one morning?

Do you ever have days like these? Do you ever just want to throw your wings up in the air and give up? Do you shake your fist at the heavens and swear revenge on the universe? Have you ever just wanted to go back to bed and start the week all over again?

Mother Goose shed her fair share of tears this week in the course of these light and momentary struggles and trials. There was even a bit of shouting in our normally peaceful nest. Yes, shouting. Can you even imagine?

But whether we believe in Mother Goose or in God, either or both, here’s the eventual outcome:

Each of us survived our personal battles this week. Each of us has made it to Friday night, pretty much intact. We are weary of the Hell Week and hope that tomorrow and the next day will be better, but deep within each of us is the truth that no matter what problems we face, what fears we have, no matter if the incorrect eye drops have been placed in our eyes, it’s gonna be OK.

When we get to the other side of Hell Week, we are full of hope that we can probably get through anything. There is much grace in Hell Week. It’s gonna be OK.

It’s one of the favorite sayings of Mother Goose — she knows it’s true because she lives it out every day.

It’s gonna be OK. Really!

9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Bunn
    Aug 25, 2012 @ 01:02:24

    My poor sissy, what a horrible week for you! The good part is it can hardly get any worse! All good stuff from here on in!
    Flap those wings and let out a huge honk rejoice in a new week!! Let the sorrows of last week blow a way in the wind!
    I love you my dear!


  2. Three Well Beings
    Aug 25, 2012 @ 02:03:44

    I’m so sorry, but I’m so glad you made it through, and you didn’t lose any of your goslings in all the commotion. You need a do-over. Do get some rest this weekend, my dear goose. Using the dogs eyedrops would indicate rest is needed, don’t you think? 🙂 Debra


  3. Dianna
    Aug 25, 2012 @ 06:33:24

    Aw, Mother Goose, you had more than your share of ordeals last week. Here’s hoping that the coming week will be full good things! Sending happy thoughts your way!


    • Natalie
      Aug 25, 2012 @ 16:45:59

      Dianna, ordeals galore! But today is a new day, and so far, nobody has had to go to the doctor. thanks for your kind and happy thoughts!


  4. Linda
    Aug 25, 2012 @ 10:48:19

    Oh Natalie, the first week of school is supposed to be joyous – for everyone involved – and you just had way too things get in the way for that. I do hope everyone is on the mend, your mind/body/soul has this weekend to rest and recharge. Just know that there are others out there who love you so.


    • Natalie
      Aug 25, 2012 @ 16:47:06

      Linda dear, thanks for being there. I’m resting and recharging and getting my next post in order. Perhaps it will bring smiles and joy to all… 🙂


  5. yearstricken
    Aug 26, 2012 @ 12:41:37

    Yikes. I know you’re glad that week is over!


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