I'm Moving!!

Yeah, I'm cranky today. Just in an all around disagreeable mood. Noah almost died in my arms yesterday AGAIN. Last time we thought it was a peanut allergy, but this time he was sick again and hadn't eaten or drank anything in hours. He went from hives, to getting an Epi injection from mom, to the hospital in 6 minutes flat, limp in my arms, and in need of more Epi and Benadryl injections to save him. They did chest x-rays because his breathing was so horrible. We were hoping for pnuemonia- that would have been better. No such luck, the anaphylaxis caused his chest, even after 4 injections, to sound like he had pneumonia for hours and then clear up almost instantly. Not good. The last reaction took 2 hours, this one just minutes. They get quicker and more severe each time. Get this. They think he has a weird type of "idiopathic anaphylaxis" - in essense, they think he's allergic to himself, to certian viruses or his own immune responses to them - the idiopathic part comes from not being able to identify a particular allergen other than "virus," as there are infinate varietites of viruses. Scary stuff - no way to predict it, no way to keep him away from it, and it can happen in the blink of an eye.
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I tend to go in to "Supermom" mode in crisis. In an emergency, I pride myself in my ability to stay calm, to get covered in blood from head or mouth wounds and comfort my kiddos without showing I'm scared, to bring kids in to various surgeries and hold them calmly while they get put under, to go to the neurosurgeon with Noah while they put him sleep to find out that his hydrocephalus was benign and wasn't going to kill him if he didn't get a shunt, or cause permanent brain damage, to take Dr.'s diagnoses of Asperger's, AD/HD, global developmental delays or possible autism and say "OK, what do we do to make the best of this?," and even to calmly run my limp baby past the triage nurse in to the ER, watch them save his life, and then try to calm him in the hospital hallway (we were in overflow) for 5 hours while he had a super-sized, adrenaline induced, Green Hulk tantrum next to a crazy guy restrained in his stretcher muttering swears at us, while I waited to make sure my Noah wouldn't have a second, potentially deadly "biphasic" reaction. Yup I stayed calm. But, then it all takes it's toll later and I get cranky. Stressed. Tired.
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I've always daydreamed of moving. ...Reno, where they have the perfect public school for Jordan and Mikailey, Orlando where we could get yearly passes to Disney World, New Mexico where it never snows and housing prices are cheap, Amsterdam, where we could ride goofy bicycles around town and be surrounded by friendly liberals with silly sounding accents, Greenwich Village, where fun entertainment, good resturants, and interesting people are right outside each door. This week I'm daydreaming of moving to a little town in Austria, where in my most foul mood, I wouldn't sound offensive. Here it is:

"Bitte- nicht so schnell!!"- translation: "slow down not so fast!!"

Tourist guides recommend you visit the small German town of Petting, about an hour a way, before going all the way to Fucking...makes sense to me:-)

Yup it's a real place:-) See where I'm going with this? Someone asks "Katie what have you been up to lately?" and I can answer honestly, and without even sounding rude, "Well I had to go to another meeting with the Fucking school district, and then take my kid to the Fucking hospital only to come come home to no room to park. I asked my Fucking neighbors for the seventh time to move over a bit to give me some room. Later in the night I did some errands, just the same old Fucking stuff I always do. I went to the Fucking grocery store, the Fucking pharmacy, and then the Fucking Walmart. But... you know, at the end of the a hard day Chris and I still love Fucking."
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See, this is a place where nobody could tell if I'm in a crabby belligerent mood, feeling a little mischievous, or just talking normally. I can see the benefits in that:-) BTW, the mayor will not "stand for the Fucking signs being removed!," after all, "Fucking is simply Fucking to us. What is the big Fucking joke?" he exclaimed. There are also no "Fucking Postcards" as the news article states, but I'd like one.. you know, to mail out to my friends after we settle in to our Fucking routine:-)