This year just keeps getting better
My daughter decided to projectile vomit her lunch all over me today. LOVELY. She is on the couch right now, watching a Dora the Explorer video. She's had a little water, but she's puked it all right back up so we're taking a break from all fluids for now. Like I didn't have enough FREAKING problems.
Being on crutches is quite exhausting. My arms are aching, because it turns out I have no upper body strength WHATSOEVER. I crawled up the stairs to take a shower this morning, because I couldn't stand the smell of myself anymore after skipping a shower Tuesday (for the record, my husband helped me wash my hair in the sink that day, though. He is a peach). I don't know how people don't bathe everyday, and I know I sound like the suburban housewife princess that I am in saying that, but SERIOUSLY. It was gross. And even though I had to take three Advil and lay on the couch with an ice pack afterwards, standing in the shower for five minutes and washing was SO worth it.
I would seriously like my next home to be all on one level. We live in a two-story townhouse that is on a hill. We had to pull the car around the back to the deck for me to get into the house without crawling up our cold, snowy front steps. Thank God there wasn't that much snow or we would have been screwed. The shower is upstairs, as is our bed. I have slept on the couch for the past two nights with the help of the Vicodin, but I am past the worst of the pain now, so damn it all, I am sleeping in my bed tonight (plus, my daughter barfed on the couch and I am NOT sleeping with that lovely smell).
I went to a jewelry class last night and almost fell on the way into the classroom. I was supposed to go to a scrapbooking event tonight, but the puking child and me aggravating my foot by running over to her pretty much ended that little dream. My husband will probably miss another day of work tomorrow and I hope TO GOD he doesn't get in trouble for it.
My mother was supposed to meet with a surgeon about her lung today, but they couldn't get the copy of her last CT scan to come up on the computer, so that was a bust. They re-scheduled her for a new contrasting CT scan at the surgeon's hospital next week, and then we'll see what he has to say.
I'm sorry I'm whining so damn much, but there are no happy or funny stories in me right now.
Being on crutches is quite exhausting. My arms are aching, because it turns out I have no upper body strength WHATSOEVER. I crawled up the stairs to take a shower this morning, because I couldn't stand the smell of myself anymore after skipping a shower Tuesday (for the record, my husband helped me wash my hair in the sink that day, though. He is a peach). I don't know how people don't bathe everyday, and I know I sound like the suburban housewife princess that I am in saying that, but SERIOUSLY. It was gross. And even though I had to take three Advil and lay on the couch with an ice pack afterwards, standing in the shower for five minutes and washing was SO worth it.
I would seriously like my next home to be all on one level. We live in a two-story townhouse that is on a hill. We had to pull the car around the back to the deck for me to get into the house without crawling up our cold, snowy front steps. Thank God there wasn't that much snow or we would have been screwed. The shower is upstairs, as is our bed. I have slept on the couch for the past two nights with the help of the Vicodin, but I am past the worst of the pain now, so damn it all, I am sleeping in my bed tonight (plus, my daughter barfed on the couch and I am NOT sleeping with that lovely smell).
I went to a jewelry class last night and almost fell on the way into the classroom. I was supposed to go to a scrapbooking event tonight, but the puking child and me aggravating my foot by running over to her pretty much ended that little dream. My husband will probably miss another day of work tomorrow and I hope TO GOD he doesn't get in trouble for it.
My mother was supposed to meet with a surgeon about her lung today, but they couldn't get the copy of her last CT scan to come up on the computer, so that was a bust. They re-scheduled her for a new contrasting CT scan at the surgeon's hospital next week, and then we'll see what he has to say.
I'm sorry I'm whining so damn much, but there are no happy or funny stories in me right now.