Busy Willow is Busy
I'm going to be a busy bee over the next few days
Tomorrow:
We need to get a tire repaired. Hubby thinks there might be a nail in it.
Hubby has to go back to the dentist; extraction site possibly infected.
Dylan has to have an EEG. Due to continued staring spells, a mood change, and possible inner ear issues. his Neurologist just wants to make sure he's not having seizures. Which we knew could be a possibility (at any time) with the missing corpus callosum.
We have to stop at Home Depot. One of the steps outside broke, so we have to fix that; and Hubby needs to replace the cold water valve in the laundry room. I'm sick of filling a bucket at the kitchen sink (6 times per wash load) just to lug it into the laundry.
Saturday:
Fixing the step.
Doing taxes.
Fixing washer valve.
Sunday:
Hubby's parents for lunch.
My parents for dinner.
This will mean being gone from the house all day. Which Hubby will bitch and moan about for the next month.
Tuesday:
Dylan has to have blood drawn for genetic testing.
My First therapy session. How do I express that I think I'm depressed without sounding like I took a WebMD survey?
On top of all of that; I think I pinched a nerve in the top of my foot. I'm in constant pain (burning, radiating up my leg); Motrin/Ibuprophen, and heat aren't helping.
Can it be October now?
Tomorrow:
We need to get a tire repaired. Hubby thinks there might be a nail in it.
Hubby has to go back to the dentist; extraction site possibly infected.
Dylan has to have an EEG. Due to continued staring spells, a mood change, and possible inner ear issues. his Neurologist just wants to make sure he's not having seizures. Which we knew could be a possibility (at any time) with the missing corpus callosum.
We have to stop at Home Depot. One of the steps outside broke, so we have to fix that; and Hubby needs to replace the cold water valve in the laundry room. I'm sick of filling a bucket at the kitchen sink (6 times per wash load) just to lug it into the laundry.
Saturday:
Fixing the step.
Doing taxes.
Fixing washer valve.
Sunday:
Hubby's parents for lunch.
My parents for dinner.
This will mean being gone from the house all day. Which Hubby will bitch and moan about for the next month.
Tuesday:
Dylan has to have blood drawn for genetic testing.
My First therapy session. How do I express that I think I'm depressed without sounding like I took a WebMD survey?
On top of all of that; I think I pinched a nerve in the top of my foot. I'm in constant pain (burning, radiating up my leg); Motrin/Ibuprophen, and heat aren't helping.
Can it be October now?