Honestly? I was looking a little forward to my down time. Having some enforced relaxation after what has to go down as the craziest couple of months for our family. I was looking forward to being on the other end of the "being taken care of" side. Settling in for some naps, some movies of my choice, some peace & quiet. But after almost a week of it- I'm so done.
I miss my computer desperately. I can only sit there for so long before the knee starts aching. I miss cooking (I must admit Lu makes the most amazing PB&J sandwiches ever but I need some meat!) I miss being busy and productive and caught up in the frantic chaos that defines my life.
Sitting around only allows me time to focus on the parts of my house that are flawed and desperately in need of work. Like how bad my carpets need shampooing. How badly the bathroom needs repainting. CJ's toy box needs cleaning out. New slipcovers, new chairs. The list is damn near endless. And mind boggling. I don't even know where to start.
Apparently, relaxing is no longer in my nature. Who knew? Oh yeah, so maybe you guys did. Good call.
So today found me hobbling around (don't yell- the doctor told me I could) and making my bed, wiping the counters, making a grocery list and loading the dishwasher. I'm either OCD or just have control issues. Again, no surprises there.
This whole episode has been something else. Apparently, the Doctor told Mike & Lu that once he opened up my knee the damage was worse than what the MRI had shown. He said my knee was "way older than the rest of my body". For realz? How the hell did I wind up with the used part?! And how do I get a refund? What gives, Universe?!
I guess perhaps it relates to the recent discovery of some labs I had done fourteen (yes, fourteen) years ago that suggest I have Lupus or Rheumatoid Arthritis. Oh well, it's always something, isn't it? Life is a constant uphill climb, but the roadside viewing areas are what makes it all worthwhile.
It looks as though things are finally moving forward for everyone. Lu is doing great and went back to work Tuesday. She has a 35 hour schedule this week. Luke is looking for a second job. Sean is a full time telemarketer and he loves it. How crazy is that kid?! His phone call stories make me cry with laughter. I'll be sharing those soon. Bobby works full times. And Mike is back full swing although he'll probably be facing shoulder surgery in January. He has a labral tear and impingement from the accident.
Once the knee is healed, hopefully I can get something of a writing routine going again. I have freelance work coming out my ears. So for now, life is good.
I will soon be catching up with all of your adventures as well.
Take Care, my friends,
♥Spot
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Thursday, September 16, 2010
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Turkey Day...survived!
OMG! I'm so excited to be sitting here in front of my computer today!! Blissfully alone and with nothing to do I absolutely have to do. First off, thank you all for your wonderful comments on my last blog. I hope that everyone had a fantastic Turkey-a-thon and that Brite had a fabulous non turkey weekend since she's stuck in the UK. Mine was fabulous. And definitely worth every ounce of crazy busy the three days before.
We got up Thanksgiving morning (okay technically my sister woke me with her 7 am "Happy Thanksgiving" text. Apparently she and her sister in law have some kind of contest over who can be the first to send it out. Thanks for winning Hildi. Really, I didn't need that extra half hours sleep. What was I thinking?) I immediately get Senor Turkey ready for the oven. Then I get the apple pie ready, pumpkin dump cake ready, and oatmeal scotchie dough ready and get this...my hubbby & I drive down into camp and he opens up the dining hall kitchen and lights the ovens. Oh yeah...I got to bake all three of my concoctions at the same time in industrial ovens. That my friends, is the way to go. He took the boys to his gma's for her get together and I spent an hour down there cooking. (okay, so there's no heat in there and it was a tad chilly, but so worth it). Then I loaded my freshly baked goods and headed back to my house! I ran through, quickly straightening, decide against a final vacuuming and got myself in the shower. Then whipped up a couple of homemade dips. By then, my parents and sister had made it to town to the nursing home to visit my gma and hubby and the boys stopped and picked up my nieces and brought them out to my place.
As they're carrying stuff in...
Sean: (whispering to me) If Maddi asks...the blacktop road is Drury Lane and the Muffin Man lives on it.
So my nine year old niece comes in and (of course) says "what's the name of that road out there?"
Me: Drury Lane
Her: who lives in that one white house?
Me: The Muffin Man. You didn't know that??! I thought everyone knew that!
She was convinced. The next morning hubby kept telling her if she'd walk down to the Muffin Man's house he'd give her fresh muffins for breakfast. She said it was too far to walk. Lol.
We played with the girls and CJ while we waited on the others to arrive. My youngest niece cheats at Candyland, just so you know. And then I hear someone come in, and I go to the door thinking it's my parents and nope. It's my aunt and her husband. I recover nicely and say with a smile "I'm so glad you could make it!" but secretly wonder how many others my mom has invited and forgotten to tell me about. Turns out half the town, but only my aunt and uncle made it. Of course, there was plenty of food and the more the merrier. Especially when the uncle told me my homemade apple pie tastes just like his gma used to make. (Go me!)
We had a great time. So good that my family decided to stay an extra day. Luckily, there were plenty of leftovers to feed everyone and we had a great time. The only downside was that CJ was sick with some sort of cold or virus and ran a temp and coughed alot. But when he's sick he just likes to cuddle alot and nobody minded that at all! They all left and since CJ was fever free yesterday, hubby and I returned him to school. So today, is my first day to breathe freely and not answer to anyone except me (and the towering pile of laundry in the laundry room. It's threatened a hostile takeover if I don't get to the washing)
I will leave you with a funny convo that Sean and I had while he was helping me make the dough for the oatmeal scotchie cookies Lu & Luke had requested~
Me: could you hurry up with those oats? You don't have to measure so carefully! It's cookie baking, not rocket science.
Sean: I'm used to rocket science. Don't rush me woman.
Me: Well it's not like you're mixing hydrogen and helium or any other combustibles. It's oats and brown sugar for Pete's sake! If you accidentally mix them you've only created breakfast cereal, not blown up the kitchen.
Sean: Well, this one time, I was taking the tiny pellets out of those snap things that you throw on July 4th and they explode, and separating them and putting them in a empty pill bottle so I could pack it and add a fuse...
Me: Hold up! So basically, this story should start 'so this one time, I was making homemade explosives...'?"
Sean: Yes.
Me: Those stories almost never end well.
Sean: anyway, I accidentally dropped one in too hard and several exploded, it knocked me backwards in my chair, and I had this high pitched noise in my ears. That's the sound of your nerve cells dying. I'll never be able to hear that tone again.
Me: probably why you should stick to cookies. Inadvertently creating breakfast cereal equals no hearing loss.
Sean: but when I was finished and set it off...the bang was soooo satisfying.
Me: hmmm...well my cookies are going to be better than satisfying. They're going to be deliciousness to die for. And no one's going to go deaf.
And they were! And I must thank Mindy for the pumpkin dump cake recipe. My four year old niece who only eats mac-n-cheese, ramen noodles, chicken nuggets, french fries, fruit snackees and some cereals ate two whole pieces. Unbelievable. It was like a turkey day miracle.
turkey & explosives,
♥Spot
We got up Thanksgiving morning (okay technically my sister woke me with her 7 am "Happy Thanksgiving" text. Apparently she and her sister in law have some kind of contest over who can be the first to send it out. Thanks for winning Hildi. Really, I didn't need that extra half hours sleep. What was I thinking?) I immediately get Senor Turkey ready for the oven. Then I get the apple pie ready, pumpkin dump cake ready, and oatmeal scotchie dough ready and get this...my hubbby & I drive down into camp and he opens up the dining hall kitchen and lights the ovens. Oh yeah...I got to bake all three of my concoctions at the same time in industrial ovens. That my friends, is the way to go. He took the boys to his gma's for her get together and I spent an hour down there cooking. (okay, so there's no heat in there and it was a tad chilly, but so worth it). Then I loaded my freshly baked goods and headed back to my house! I ran through, quickly straightening, decide against a final vacuuming and got myself in the shower. Then whipped up a couple of homemade dips. By then, my parents and sister had made it to town to the nursing home to visit my gma and hubby and the boys stopped and picked up my nieces and brought them out to my place.
As they're carrying stuff in...
Sean: (whispering to me) If Maddi asks...the blacktop road is Drury Lane and the Muffin Man lives on it.
So my nine year old niece comes in and (of course) says "what's the name of that road out there?"
Me: Drury Lane
Her: who lives in that one white house?
Me: The Muffin Man. You didn't know that??! I thought everyone knew that!
She was convinced. The next morning hubby kept telling her if she'd walk down to the Muffin Man's house he'd give her fresh muffins for breakfast. She said it was too far to walk. Lol.
We played with the girls and CJ while we waited on the others to arrive. My youngest niece cheats at Candyland, just so you know. And then I hear someone come in, and I go to the door thinking it's my parents and nope. It's my aunt and her husband. I recover nicely and say with a smile "I'm so glad you could make it!" but secretly wonder how many others my mom has invited and forgotten to tell me about. Turns out half the town, but only my aunt and uncle made it. Of course, there was plenty of food and the more the merrier. Especially when the uncle told me my homemade apple pie tastes just like his gma used to make. (Go me!)
We had a great time. So good that my family decided to stay an extra day. Luckily, there were plenty of leftovers to feed everyone and we had a great time. The only downside was that CJ was sick with some sort of cold or virus and ran a temp and coughed alot. But when he's sick he just likes to cuddle alot and nobody minded that at all! They all left and since CJ was fever free yesterday, hubby and I returned him to school. So today, is my first day to breathe freely and not answer to anyone except me (and the towering pile of laundry in the laundry room. It's threatened a hostile takeover if I don't get to the washing)
I will leave you with a funny convo that Sean and I had while he was helping me make the dough for the oatmeal scotchie cookies Lu & Luke had requested~
Me: could you hurry up with those oats? You don't have to measure so carefully! It's cookie baking, not rocket science.
Sean: I'm used to rocket science. Don't rush me woman.
Me: Well it's not like you're mixing hydrogen and helium or any other combustibles. It's oats and brown sugar for Pete's sake! If you accidentally mix them you've only created breakfast cereal, not blown up the kitchen.
Sean: Well, this one time, I was taking the tiny pellets out of those snap things that you throw on July 4th and they explode, and separating them and putting them in a empty pill bottle so I could pack it and add a fuse...
Me: Hold up! So basically, this story should start 'so this one time, I was making homemade explosives...'?"
Sean: Yes.
Me: Those stories almost never end well.
Sean: anyway, I accidentally dropped one in too hard and several exploded, it knocked me backwards in my chair, and I had this high pitched noise in my ears. That's the sound of your nerve cells dying. I'll never be able to hear that tone again.
Me: probably why you should stick to cookies. Inadvertently creating breakfast cereal equals no hearing loss.
Sean: but when I was finished and set it off...the bang was soooo satisfying.
Me: hmmm...well my cookies are going to be better than satisfying. They're going to be deliciousness to die for. And no one's going to go deaf.
And they were! And I must thank Mindy for the pumpkin dump cake recipe. My four year old niece who only eats mac-n-cheese, ramen noodles, chicken nuggets, french fries, fruit snackees and some cereals ate two whole pieces. Unbelievable. It was like a turkey day miracle.
turkey & explosives,
♥Spot
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Another day of crazy...
So remember how I told you before that I absolutely hate housework and cleaning? Well I also absolutely adore a clean house. I know right? That's totally perverse of me. That's just how I roll. Anywho, yesterday was cleaning day at my house. I have a sh*t ton of cooking to do today plus a trip to Springfield (two hours away) to pick up CJ for the holiday weekend. So all the cleaning had to be done yesterday. I informed hubby and Sean that cleaning would commence at noon so that I could get the blogging stuff done first. (I'd accidentally slept in). So at noon we began our marathon.
Sean cleaned his and Bobby's room. Doesn't sound like much except they share a huge room in the basement, probably big enough to be two rooms, there are two beds, nightstands, dressers and then a separate space with a loveseat, two chairs, bookcase, and TV. He cleaned clutter, dusted, glass cleaned, vacuumed, swept and mopped the whole area. Thank you very much Sean. My hubby cleaned his home office (we use that door instead of our real front door so it gets really messy). And I wasn't even mad that it took him as much time to clean that room as it did me to clean...Mo's old room, Our bedroom, my bathroom, the family room and put dinner in the crock pot, 5 loads of laundry. Yeah, he's somewhat slower than I am. But then he cleaned the hall bath so all is forgiven. Well, it is after I went back in and pointed out all the things he'd missed so that he could do those too. Then I cleaned the living room and then we broke for supper. We ate our chili and watched "V". Then it was up again to tackle the pantry of death. I call it that because I think you could have seriously lost a person in the huge pile of plastic bags that covered one whole side of the "L" shape. Scary! Also I'd had this weird black goo that I'm pretty sure came from outer space show up in there recently. It was scary. It looked like motor oil. But in the end, it was no match for me and my Lysol wipees!
We didn't get the pantry finished. That will require way more time than I had last night. But at least it looks decent. I made my final trip to the basement laundry room at 9 last night. After which I took a shower and limped gratefully to bed for a little reading. Today? Two batches of cookies, potato salad, sausage cheese balls and Mexican pinwheels. And cleaning the kitchen (because I just couldn't fit it in yesterday!) Tomorrow, last ditch frantic vacuuming, pumpkin dump cake (thanks Mindy!), apple pie and a turkey. I'm already tired just thinking about it...
I probably (okay I know) I will not have time to blog tomorrow. So I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving. Know that I will be giving thanks for you guys. =]
Is it Sunday yet?
♥Spot
Sean cleaned his and Bobby's room. Doesn't sound like much except they share a huge room in the basement, probably big enough to be two rooms, there are two beds, nightstands, dressers and then a separate space with a loveseat, two chairs, bookcase, and TV. He cleaned clutter, dusted, glass cleaned, vacuumed, swept and mopped the whole area. Thank you very much Sean. My hubby cleaned his home office (we use that door instead of our real front door so it gets really messy). And I wasn't even mad that it took him as much time to clean that room as it did me to clean...Mo's old room, Our bedroom, my bathroom, the family room and put dinner in the crock pot, 5 loads of laundry. Yeah, he's somewhat slower than I am. But then he cleaned the hall bath so all is forgiven. Well, it is after I went back in and pointed out all the things he'd missed so that he could do those too. Then I cleaned the living room and then we broke for supper. We ate our chili and watched "V". Then it was up again to tackle the pantry of death. I call it that because I think you could have seriously lost a person in the huge pile of plastic bags that covered one whole side of the "L" shape. Scary! Also I'd had this weird black goo that I'm pretty sure came from outer space show up in there recently. It was scary. It looked like motor oil. But in the end, it was no match for me and my Lysol wipees!
We didn't get the pantry finished. That will require way more time than I had last night. But at least it looks decent. I made my final trip to the basement laundry room at 9 last night. After which I took a shower and limped gratefully to bed for a little reading. Today? Two batches of cookies, potato salad, sausage cheese balls and Mexican pinwheels. And cleaning the kitchen (because I just couldn't fit it in yesterday!) Tomorrow, last ditch frantic vacuuming, pumpkin dump cake (thanks Mindy!), apple pie and a turkey. I'm already tired just thinking about it...
I probably (okay I know) I will not have time to blog tomorrow. So I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving. Know that I will be giving thanks for you guys. =]
Is it Sunday yet?
♥Spot
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday ate my blog...
So I skipped out on yesterday...it wasn't that I wanted to...I just didn't have a spare minute yesterday. Seriously it was non-stop gogogo. I hate days like that. And today I need to be cleaning my house since I have company coming on Thursday. And I can't put it off til tomorrow because tomorrow I need to cook in the morning and then go to Springfield to pick up CJ for the holiday. I'm pretty sure there's no rest in sight until Sunday. (Oh Sunday, Sunday, how I long for thee...) It's not that I won't enjoy Thursday, I will relish Thursday. It's just all the prep it takes to get there...
So yesterday...I got up, managed to comment on all the blogs I read, but not squeeze out my own post. Then I drove to Hannibal, Missouri. Which is about an hour from my house. It's such a pretty town. Really, if you've never been, you should go. The touristy stuff is fun. My kids used to love the Mark Twain cave when they were little. And if you come...I'll meet you there. And we can hang out and shop in all the little shops downtown and I know a great place to get your tarot cards read! But moving on, I didn't have time for any of that, I was just dropping papers off at my lawyers office because they spelled my name wrong. It's not like they didn't have 52 other documents with my name on them. Puh-lease! And then I didn't even have time to stop at my favorite bookstore. *sigh*
I get back to town and head first to the library to look for the third book in a series Lu and I read. Because, when she was home last she was waving the third book in my face, taunting me with how good it was (because she's an ungrateful wretch who doesn't appreciate me) and she couldn't leave it here for me to read because she got it from the library where she lives. My library did not have it. Nor the fourth in the series which came out last month. In fact, my library had none of the books I wanted. When I asked at the desk about the possibility of them getting said books, they whined at me about "budget cuts". Excuse me, what about my budget cuts?? You know the ones forcing me to get books from the library instead of buying them for myself?? They really were tremendously unconcerned.
I hurried to the restaurant I was meeting Roxy for lunch at. And that was one of the best parts of the day. Not only was my turkey avocado bacon melt delish but we talked for an hour before we both had to rush off our separate ways. And that was great until she asked me~
Roxy~ So, the question of the day.
Me~ (totally unsuspecting, but wary nonetheless) um. yeah?
Roxy~ the 15th of December is rapidly approaching. Do you want to do family stuff that Tuesday night and do a girls thing the weekend after or what?
Me~ hmmm. neither. I'd rather just pretend it's not happening. mmmk?
Roxy~ no. not okay. think about it and let me know.
What kind of friend wallops you upside the head with a reminder of your birthday like that? And then wants to make a big deal about it? Geez...
So I hurry off to my doctors appointment. And I wait in devilish glee. Really, I get the biggest kick out of seeing my doctor. It's not like a crush or anything, he's way too scrawny to be my type. I just like making him laugh. I mean he has "brooding" down to an art form. And I get it. He takes his doctor work very seriously. And he sees a lot of geriatric (which means old and grumpy and dying) patients. I'm like one of his youngest patients. And after years of work, he now smiles when he comes into the my exam room. Again, it may just be that he thinks I'm crazy and he's trying to appease me, but maybe not. So I tell him about my awful cold/flu/virus from last week and how the mucus seems to be lingering as well as a low grade fever. He looks in my ears, nose, etc and pronounces it a sinus infection (um, I already knew this but refrained from saying "duh") We then have this conversation~
Doc~ *peering intently at laptop which contains my records* hmmm...you're allergic to Cipro (wonderful antibiotic)
Me~ yep. totally screwed if I get Anthrax.
Doc~ *looking at me in sup rise. sheesh, you think he'd learn* anthrax?
Me~ yeah, you know after 911 when they had the anthrax stuff? You treat it with Cipro, right?
Doc~ well, yes.
Me~ So I'd be screwed. *sigh* The good news is I'm safe from smallpox.
Doc~ *raises on eyebrow questioningly*
Me~ I lived out of the country so I got the vaccination. I'm good to go.
Doc~ *shakes his head but I know he's smiling inside* Doxycycline. One tablet twice daily for seven days. *peers outside* you have to avoid sun exposure.
Me~ *also peering out at very weak amount of sunshine* mmmkay. Well that's really gonna cut into my laying out and swimming but I guess I can handle it. I also need more Savella samples please (the brand new just approved in April fibromyalgia medicine that keeps me going but somehow my insurance refuses to pay for).
Doc~ *breaking into huge grin and slightly startling me* the drug rep brought you a bunch today.
Me~ the drug rep brought me some?
Doc~ well, they don't know your name of course, it's anonymous, but they are supplying you with samples because you're one of their success stories!!
Me~ huh. well that's a first.
He walks off and I wait for the nurse but then he pops his head back in~
Doc~ oh um *looks distinctly uncomfortable* you have to use a different form of birth control while on the antibiotics because it makes them ineffective.
Me~ right! No sex for seven days! Can I get a note? I don't think my hubby will believe that's a doctors order.
Doc~ What? That's not what I said. I didn't mean...
Me~ *laughing out loud now* I know. It's cool. Got it.
At which point he walks off shaking his head. You know I'm his favorite patient. And then I'm off to the grocery store, the bank, the pharmacy (where I kid you not, I spent 20 freakin minutes in the drive thru lane waiting to pick up meds.), and the vet to pick up flea medicine (which is a whole nother post). I hurry home, the guys unload the groceries, I put them away, throw in laundry (so far behind on that), sew on a button, fix supper, more laundry and I'm off again.
Drive back to town, pick up my niece and take her to see New Moon. Experience two hours of blissful Jacob viewing, return her home, talk to my favorite SIL, catch up on family gossip and how her pregnancy is progressing, and drive home. By the time I get there it is 11 o'clock and I am exhausted. I chat briefly with Bobby and hubby, Sean already having gone to bed, and then crawl in to my own bed around 11:45 whispering to myself about how wonderful it feels. Read 4 chapters of my new book and it's lights out off to dreamland...whew!
Intersperse in there a few phone conversations, mostly while driving. Three with Lu, who was supposed to be down yesterday for dr appts and to see the movie with us, but she is sick with whatever Luke and I had so I rescheduled all her stuff and told her to stay there and in bed. She's much better already. Also with hubby, to let him know I was alive even though I was an hour and a half later getting home than I said I would be, thanks for noticing and calling to check on me. NOT. What I meant to say was thanks for forgetting what time I said I'd be home and not even noticing. You suck.
thanking goodness that yesterday is over...
♥Spot
PS~ yes, I do know that I didn't use a lot of punctuation or capitalization. And that I made many many run-on sentences. It was on purpose, to give you the rush rush feel of my day...
So yesterday...I got up, managed to comment on all the blogs I read, but not squeeze out my own post. Then I drove to Hannibal, Missouri. Which is about an hour from my house. It's such a pretty town. Really, if you've never been, you should go. The touristy stuff is fun. My kids used to love the Mark Twain cave when they were little. And if you come...I'll meet you there. And we can hang out and shop in all the little shops downtown and I know a great place to get your tarot cards read! But moving on, I didn't have time for any of that, I was just dropping papers off at my lawyers office because they spelled my name wrong. It's not like they didn't have 52 other documents with my name on them. Puh-lease! And then I didn't even have time to stop at my favorite bookstore. *sigh*
I get back to town and head first to the library to look for the third book in a series Lu and I read. Because, when she was home last she was waving the third book in my face, taunting me with how good it was (because she's an ungrateful wretch who doesn't appreciate me) and she couldn't leave it here for me to read because she got it from the library where she lives. My library did not have it. Nor the fourth in the series which came out last month. In fact, my library had none of the books I wanted. When I asked at the desk about the possibility of them getting said books, they whined at me about "budget cuts". Excuse me, what about my budget cuts?? You know the ones forcing me to get books from the library instead of buying them for myself?? They really were tremendously unconcerned.
I hurried to the restaurant I was meeting Roxy for lunch at. And that was one of the best parts of the day. Not only was my turkey avocado bacon melt delish but we talked for an hour before we both had to rush off our separate ways. And that was great until she asked me~
Roxy~ So, the question of the day.
Me~ (totally unsuspecting, but wary nonetheless) um. yeah?
Roxy~ the 15th of December is rapidly approaching. Do you want to do family stuff that Tuesday night and do a girls thing the weekend after or what?
Me~ hmmm. neither. I'd rather just pretend it's not happening. mmmk?
Roxy~ no. not okay. think about it and let me know.
What kind of friend wallops you upside the head with a reminder of your birthday like that? And then wants to make a big deal about it? Geez...
So I hurry off to my doctors appointment. And I wait in devilish glee. Really, I get the biggest kick out of seeing my doctor. It's not like a crush or anything, he's way too scrawny to be my type. I just like making him laugh. I mean he has "brooding" down to an art form. And I get it. He takes his doctor work very seriously. And he sees a lot of geriatric (which means old and grumpy and dying) patients. I'm like one of his youngest patients. And after years of work, he now smiles when he comes into the my exam room. Again, it may just be that he thinks I'm crazy and he's trying to appease me, but maybe not. So I tell him about my awful cold/flu/virus from last week and how the mucus seems to be lingering as well as a low grade fever. He looks in my ears, nose, etc and pronounces it a sinus infection (um, I already knew this but refrained from saying "duh") We then have this conversation~
Doc~ *peering intently at laptop which contains my records* hmmm...you're allergic to Cipro (wonderful antibiotic)
Me~ yep. totally screwed if I get Anthrax.
Doc~ *looking at me in sup rise. sheesh, you think he'd learn* anthrax?
Me~ yeah, you know after 911 when they had the anthrax stuff? You treat it with Cipro, right?
Doc~ well, yes.
Me~ So I'd be screwed. *sigh* The good news is I'm safe from smallpox.
Doc~ *raises on eyebrow questioningly*
Me~ I lived out of the country so I got the vaccination. I'm good to go.
Doc~ *shakes his head but I know he's smiling inside* Doxycycline. One tablet twice daily for seven days. *peers outside* you have to avoid sun exposure.
Me~ *also peering out at very weak amount of sunshine* mmmkay. Well that's really gonna cut into my laying out and swimming but I guess I can handle it. I also need more Savella samples please (the brand new just approved in April fibromyalgia medicine that keeps me going but somehow my insurance refuses to pay for).
Doc~ *breaking into huge grin and slightly startling me* the drug rep brought you a bunch today.
Me~ the drug rep brought me some?
Doc~ well, they don't know your name of course, it's anonymous, but they are supplying you with samples because you're one of their success stories!!
Me~ huh. well that's a first.
He walks off and I wait for the nurse but then he pops his head back in~
Doc~ oh um *looks distinctly uncomfortable* you have to use a different form of birth control while on the antibiotics because it makes them ineffective.
Me~ right! No sex for seven days! Can I get a note? I don't think my hubby will believe that's a doctors order.
Doc~ What? That's not what I said. I didn't mean...
Me~ *laughing out loud now* I know. It's cool. Got it.
At which point he walks off shaking his head. You know I'm his favorite patient. And then I'm off to the grocery store, the bank, the pharmacy (where I kid you not, I spent 20 freakin minutes in the drive thru lane waiting to pick up meds.), and the vet to pick up flea medicine (which is a whole nother post). I hurry home, the guys unload the groceries, I put them away, throw in laundry (so far behind on that), sew on a button, fix supper, more laundry and I'm off again.
Drive back to town, pick up my niece and take her to see New Moon. Experience two hours of blissful Jacob viewing, return her home, talk to my favorite SIL, catch up on family gossip and how her pregnancy is progressing, and drive home. By the time I get there it is 11 o'clock and I am exhausted. I chat briefly with Bobby and hubby, Sean already having gone to bed, and then crawl in to my own bed around 11:45 whispering to myself about how wonderful it feels. Read 4 chapters of my new book and it's lights out off to dreamland...whew!
Intersperse in there a few phone conversations, mostly while driving. Three with Lu, who was supposed to be down yesterday for dr appts and to see the movie with us, but she is sick with whatever Luke and I had so I rescheduled all her stuff and told her to stay there and in bed. She's much better already. Also with hubby, to let him know I was alive even though I was an hour and a half later getting home than I said I would be, thanks for noticing and calling to check on me. NOT. What I meant to say was thanks for forgetting what time I said I'd be home and not even noticing. You suck.
thanking goodness that yesterday is over...
♥Spot
PS~ yes, I do know that I didn't use a lot of punctuation or capitalization. And that I made many many run-on sentences. It was on purpose, to give you the rush rush feel of my day...
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