We are sick. Plague sick. The three of us are wheezy, runny, head hurting, stomach churning, can't breath please lawd help us Plague sick.
Mom - saving grace. She came over last night, watching bebes as I got down on my knees and performed the 'please have mercy' dance for one town home association.
They are a quiet group, these three members, who if not feeling kind, will charge me the full $1100. These three members. Can break my budget. Interesting.
Mom- saving grace. She watched the girls this a.m. as I sulked to the Army hospital. Ultrasound for ye old gallbladder.
Let me say that I can now equate ultrasound for ye old gallbladder with one very relaxing massage. Dim lights, warm lube, Spanish music (yes, the kind older gentleman was into his Spanish music) and a gurney. And no bebes.
Laugh. Go ahead. But that half hour was, except for five minutes explained below, was the most relaxed I've been in two years.
Five minutes...aka - lets press down on your abdomen and set things ablaze shall we?
Totally worth it.
How pathetic is that?
Apparently, enjoying your ultrasound equates dire repercussions, as I developed a nasty fever on the short walk back to the car.
Hk thoughts, "sure hope these soldiers are as strong as they look 'cause my behind is getting ready to fall out"
In the car, to the store to spread said disease - sorry Peninsula - and to buy much needed bebe diapers/pull-ups.
Home home home to sink into the couch with two very sick little girls. Fevers and they were still trying to play. Sweety pies.
I suppose I should be asleep but Samantha is worrying me so ... here I am, passing the time until I go in to check on her again.
We have the Dr. appointments tomorrow a.m. to make sure nothing has gone to their chest and set up shop.
Feel better soon!
Posted by: Oh, The Joys | 28 February 2007 at 03:02 PM