WOW… this month hit the skids early this month. I picked the kids up from their visitation with their father, and they were both complaining about their stomachs. They went to bed without issue, but alas, I wasn’t feeling well, and the alarm at the ease of them going to bed didn’t register. I got sick that night. I was fairly well recovered come morning, but the kids were not. I kept them home, and was grateful for the decision before their school bus would have made it to school. Double win… two kids that got to keep their dignity intact.
Monday was the start of the constant running of the laundry. All week-long, it seemed I’d fall asleep to their song; just before dawn, I’d cut them on again. They were both sleeping with me… turning me into what resembled an extra from The Walking Dead. By Tuesday night, I had a backlog of laundry, when Landry got sick in my bed. It was surreal. He’s not that big of a kid, and I’m still wrapping my mind around the fact that THAT much came out of him. It definitely make me rethink my grandpa’s proposition that some people just have hollow legs. Ryli luckily had dozed off in her bed, but I still had two king comforters on the bed, plus pillow cases and pillows. It was bad.
Wednesday morning, I scheduled them an appointment with their pediatrician. They fought like cats and dogs in the waiting room and in triage. They finally started cooperating when the doctor came in, trailed by a duo of nurses. One was in to give her a hand; the other, to read with the kid who wasn’t getting an exam. It went well from there. They ended up being diagnosed with a hell of a stomach bug, and being given excuses for the whole week. Two more days with my little rays of sunshine. They were already getting sick of each other on top of the bug.
Friday, I got my friend to watch them so I could escort Connor to the ER about his never-ending cough. That was an eight-hour exercise in futility… we headed home after 4:00 a.m. after never seeing a doctor. I also found out about the urgent care clinic just next door, so we planned on hitting that in the morning. Ryli and Landry had a sleepover with their friends’. They came home and we got them ready. Between my craptastic sleep Friday night, and the bits and pieces I’d collected during the week, I was so spacey, I folded up a pile of clothes for the kids, and then forgot to pack it.
After I got the kids and their not quite packed backpack off, Connor and I jumped on the bus and headed to the urgent care clinic. We were in and out in four hours. The chairs there sucked as bad as they did in the regular ER, but it was a lot calmer and quieter. We made it out of there with a diagnosis of bronchitis, prescriptions, and the doctor’s amazement that it wasn’t pneumonia. We headed home, ordered DoorDash, delivered the work note, and crashed out.
Sunday was a wash… I was still so tired from my whirlwind, laundry filled week. Yesterday, Ryli was sick yet again. Turns out the Zofran she got for her incessant nausea stopped her up, so yet another trip to the pediatrician and she is right as rain. Landry was up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 5:00 a.m. and couldn’t wait to go back to school. He was excited to turn the notes in to the office, and we had a nice chat while we waited for the bus to show up.
Today, I got them off to school, then after sunning myself on the balcony, I walked down to my doctor’s office to see the nurse for my scheduled INR check. I know that I missed at least one dose of my medications last week in all the blur. It looks like it was probably two, because I slid down to a 1.7, but I will take it. I did remember to use the stopwatch on my phone for the trek home. I pulled it off in under 20 minutes.
So, now that I have brought you all up to speed, I’m going to belatedly start my 30 day self-care challenge, get some stuff done around the house, and get ready to get my new toys out so I can make my first frittata tonight. I will be back!