Aghhh.
Such a hell of a weekend...
Heather caught Jr.'s stomach bug...and has spent Friday, Saturday and Sunday puking up just about everything that we put into her. Additionally, she wouldn't work with us...we were advised to keep her hydrated by giving her Pedialyte, water, flat soda, and to hold off on breastmilk for as long as we could...which we tried, but ironically it was the only thing Heather wanted. And so...we ended up in the ER on Sunday afternoon where they examined her very briefly and then sent in a HUGE bald male nurse that looked like he stepped out of a WWF ring. I asked what was going on...he then said that they were going to put her on an IV so they could get some fluids into her while they ran some bloodwork...
And so she screamed and screamed and SCREAMED while three people held her down (me, the WWF nurse and a chinese female doctor) and tried to get a needle into her hand. They failed on her right hand, then went for her left. She screamed some more. Oh, this was certainly not a good day for Peanut. Thankfully the bloodwork came back fine and we were sent home - and since then she's thrown up maybe twice, and she's not had any diarrhea...which is good news because it means she's FINALLY keeping shit in her stomach. Went to the Dr. this morning for a follow up and so far, so good. Another day or so of light diet and she should be good to go!
Anyway, all that being said, you can very well understand why I may be a little...err...cranky.
Went to pick up Melissa from afterschool today - on the way home, I get stuck behind a slow driver, and to top that off, she had her turn signal on while in a non-turning lane.
"You (insert F word here) moron!" I'm yelling, "You dumb-assed freaking IDIOT!" And then I went on and on...while the cars to the right of me kept whizzing by and wouldn't let me pass her. "Stupid (another F word here) bitch! What the (yet another F word) are you doing!!!!???"
Naturally when someone pisses us off on the road, you kind of like to get a peek at them. WELLLL....
I'm going straight to hell.
I finally get an opening to the right and swerve to go around her and as pissed off as I was, I stick up my New York Driver's finger (yes, that one) and look into the windows of her car....
It's a NUN. A habit-wearing NUN.
I sighed, retracted my hand, mumbled a "Oh, (F word) ME!" The nun, whether or not she saw my gesture, paid me no mind and kept her cool as she made the turn.
You can't make this shit up. You really can't.
And how was YOUR weekend?
Heather caught Jr.'s stomach bug...and has spent Friday, Saturday and Sunday puking up just about everything that we put into her. Additionally, she wouldn't work with us...we were advised to keep her hydrated by giving her Pedialyte, water, flat soda, and to hold off on breastmilk for as long as we could...which we tried, but ironically it was the only thing Heather wanted. And so...we ended up in the ER on Sunday afternoon where they examined her very briefly and then sent in a HUGE bald male nurse that looked like he stepped out of a WWF ring. I asked what was going on...he then said that they were going to put her on an IV so they could get some fluids into her while they ran some bloodwork...
And so she screamed and screamed and SCREAMED while three people held her down (me, the WWF nurse and a chinese female doctor) and tried to get a needle into her hand. They failed on her right hand, then went for her left. She screamed some more. Oh, this was certainly not a good day for Peanut. Thankfully the bloodwork came back fine and we were sent home - and since then she's thrown up maybe twice, and she's not had any diarrhea...which is good news because it means she's FINALLY keeping shit in her stomach. Went to the Dr. this morning for a follow up and so far, so good. Another day or so of light diet and she should be good to go!
Anyway, all that being said, you can very well understand why I may be a little...err...cranky.
Went to pick up Melissa from afterschool today - on the way home, I get stuck behind a slow driver, and to top that off, she had her turn signal on while in a non-turning lane.
"You (insert F word here) moron!" I'm yelling, "You dumb-assed freaking IDIOT!" And then I went on and on...while the cars to the right of me kept whizzing by and wouldn't let me pass her. "Stupid (another F word here) bitch! What the (yet another F word) are you doing!!!!???"
Naturally when someone pisses us off on the road, you kind of like to get a peek at them. WELLLL....
I'm going straight to hell.
I finally get an opening to the right and swerve to go around her and as pissed off as I was, I stick up my New York Driver's finger (yes, that one) and look into the windows of her car....
It's a NUN. A habit-wearing NUN.
I sighed, retracted my hand, mumbled a "Oh, (F word) ME!" The nun, whether or not she saw my gesture, paid me no mind and kept her cool as she made the turn.
You can't make this shit up. You really can't.
And how was YOUR weekend?