The Five Minute Friday prompt word this week was TRY. And try as I may, I just couldn’t get the thoughts together … so I am going to piggyback off the prompt and just write …. for more than five minutes.

But, that doesn’t mean you can’t go to Kate’s place ( to experience the wonderful words crafted weekly. I highly recommend the visit.

But back to my journey. Through the years, I can’t count the times I’ve used the word “try” on my kids while growing up. “I don’t care if you get an A or fail as long as I know you tried your best.” Or, as they snubbed their nose at something “different” Mom may have placed on the table. “At least try it.  If you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it, but at least try it.” And my all time favorite, “At least try and behave.”

Well, it’s that latter one that bit me in the rear this week. And it was my kids and special friend who cajoled me — without the flattery — to “at least try and behave.”

As the backdrop, my body decided to invite in an unwelcomed staph germ. We’re blaming it on the big toe, but quite frankly have no idea how or when this guest walked in.  What we do know is last Saturday night/Sunday morning the rest of my body started battling back. The war was on as my immune system went to DEFCON 1. I never got out of bed … but weathered through the assault.

Then came Monday. I was feeling a lot better but, lo and behold, around 3 p.m., my leg started itching and I notice a pretty pronounced redness on my calf and my leg quite swollen. It wasn’t warm to the touch … it was hot. I immediately know something was wrong, but thought I would at least wait until my nurse/daughter-in-law came home to take a look. Her response, “Get to Urgent Care … Now!”

Well, that was my plan. No,  actually my plan was to go to my podiatrist appointment first thing Tuesday morning, but it was a consideration and contingency.

So I went to Urgent Care, which diagnosed it as cellulitis and gave me a shot of rocephin with instructions to follow up with my primary care physician Tuesday. The doctor considered a double dose of rocephin but opted instead for an IV version in the ER. Things pretty well unraveled from there. I was admitted and spent the next three days visiting with hazmat-clothed doctors and nurses as they worked to evict my guest.

Throughout it all, I never felt sick. And I didn’t really have time for a detour to the hospital. I had things to do … like publish a paper. I did … from my hospital bed … a day late but no worse for wear.

Thursday afternoon, I was sprung with new prescriptions (including a cream — I hate the feel of creams, yew) and explicit directions to rest, take my meds, lotion my foot and leg and keep the leg elevated.

For the most part, that’s exactly what I’ve done. The swelling started to go down. The redness started to fade. I was getting antsy.

Then came Saturday. I really felt well, so I thought I would go to the bank, pick up a movie and get some milk and other stuff from the store. I didn’t have my phone with me when my son called around 9 a.m. By 10 a.m. my daughter and friend got involved in the search for the missing dad. By 11 a.m. a virtual silver alert was issued by my family. It was around noon when I was reunited with my phone and the rest of the world.

My daughter asked were I was and informed me I had them worried. {who would have thunk?} Next I get an angry call from my friend chastising me for going out. “I told you I could do that for you.”

Bottom line is I picked up my movie and milk and returned home. I didn’t have the heart to tell them I had planned on going to Seneca Falls (about 20 miles away) for the milk and stop by at the Strawberry Festival at church for a sausage and pepper sandwich and strawberry shortcake {I did pick up sausage and peppers and onions at the store along with the milk which I grilled for dinner last night}.

And that was a compromise. Friday night, I seriously was considering heading to Maine to pick up the keys to my new apartment. But I decided to at least try to behave.

Bad Dad.

Of course, you have to love my kids. I have tried to keep them in the loop. For example, my family notification was “Greetings from Clifton Springs Hospital. Getting an IV drip for the leg.” Next think I know, the two local kids and my friend were sitting bedside. The out of staters are asking silly questions like “Why are you  in the hospital?” and “What’s wrong with your leg?” and “Should I be planning a road trip?”

And the chats begin.

Since the Saturday incident I have kept them  informed of my whereabouts. “Having lunch.” “Dinnertime.” You get the picture.

This morning, the conversation went something like this:

Oldest daughter: “Are you following doctor’s orders?

Middle Son: “Ha Ha Ha. Now that’s a silly question!”

I respond, “No pain and of course I’m following doctor’s orders.”

Which starts the cycle all over.

Middle son sends a laughing icon. Younger daughter responds, “Dad listens about as well as a two year old, just sayin.” Older daughter chirps in, “Ha Ha. I know! … We all got our listening skills from him.” Oldest son adds, “Huh, sorry … I wasn’t listening.” Middle son contributes, “They said something about something … I wasn’t listening either.”

My response, “Are we done? They now print out discharge instructions. Wonder what I did with them?”

So you see, they all KNOW how hard this trying thing is. Sometimes my heart and my mind get out of synch. I’m still a young buck in my head and more like a stuffed one in reality. But I also know my body and when to start to worry. I know I am unpredictable and impulsive. I sort of march to the beat of my own drum. Just ask my heart.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.

About wisdomfromafather

I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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2 Responses to Try

  1. denise says:

    great post, saying a prayer for you.


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