And Next Week, Maybe I'll Tell You About My Gall Bladder!

I really sorta figured that NYAB's back had already put us over the limit in terms of physical effed-uppedness in Ye Olde Blogger Household this year.  I've already seen more of doctors and hospitals and drugstores and blah blah blah than I would prefer. 

And while NYAB still wins the prize for Most Effed Up and Biggest Deal Needed for Healing, this week has suh-huh-hucked.

Sunday, I worked in the yard pretty much all day. NYAB came out and helped a bit with hoeing, and grilled dinner. It was a nice, productive day, except I felt really hot and lousy and tired when I finally called it quits. 

Monday, I woke up at 4 a.m. for my work shift. With a headache.  And by 7:30, that headache was splitting. So I went back to bed.  After instructing NYAB that he really, absolutely, H-to-the-ELL NO, was not going to leave the YP at home with me, he was going to take that thundering noisebox to school and let me get some actual effing sleep by god.  NYAB was very good about it and left me to pass out in peace.  I fell asleep at 9. I woke up at 2:30. In the afternoon. Yes. And it was goooooood.  And I went back to bed at 9.

Tuesday was just a day. We all went to work. Except that by Tuesday night, my eye was swollen shut for no apparent reason and NYAB had a big raging rash on his leg that looked like a spider bite gone wild.

Wednesday we went to the doctor. The doctor said, "Wow, y'all got a lovely spread of infections!" And commented that NYAB is healing very nicely from back surgery, so that's a nice affirmation. I got steroids. NYAB got antibiotics.  I was too embarrassed to go to work sporting what NYAB lovingly referred to as "that certain Jake Lamotta thing you've got going on," and by the time we were done at the doctor it just made more sense to work from home.  So NYAB worked and I installed a new ceiling fan in our room with a few minor assists in the lifting-and-threading-screws department.

Thursday, I went to work and NYAB stayed home with antibiotic blowback. Apparently they always make him sick. (And yes, I did maliciously ask him if he wanted me to leave the YP home to keep his throbbing head company. He declined in good grace.)  All was well, until I headed over to get the YP from day care. In ridiculously impractical shoes.  In a hurry. On slippery pavement. Leading to one skinned knee and one twisted foot. Rah. Then, back at the office, the kid ran full-speed into RagingStress's Killer Kubicle and sliced open his ear and bled like a stuck pig.  Many props to RagingStress and Most Favored Colleague Kathy for the help in soothing and icing and band-aiding, since I was such a lousy slow hobbler that any ice I might have toted would have melted en route from the freezer to the kid's ear. La.

So there was some discussion of stitches, but I think he dodged that bullet.  And my skinned knee was of great interest to him this morning, but it's fine too. And my eye and J's rash both seem to be on the mend to some degree. 

My foot still hurts like a mother.  If it's like this on Monday, I'm afraid I'll have to go back to the flippin' doctor and get a flippin' X-ray.

Our insurance company is going to LOVE us this year.

Comments

[Lori]

At least your getting good use out of your insurance. (I hope you have good insurance) All those years we had good insurance, it was hardly ever used. But now what we have crappy insurance, we use it all the time. I think that's called Murphy's Law?

[Sparkling Cipher]

Wow, whoever you angered, just apologize now. Actually, start groveling. Maybe they will lift the curse before you end up with your own reserved exam room at the doctor's office.

Seriously, sorry about your bad luck. Hope things settle down soon.

[ardentdelerium]

maybe you used up the entire years' physical misfortunes this week? we can but hope

[ardentdelerium]

that was a misplaced apostrophe.