The husband worked until after 7 every single day last week. This meant that come Thursday, he had actually not seen or held Kinsey in 3 days. It was a hard week for me, because I was doing the bedtime routine alone, and just felt sad that my husband was working so hard and had gone so long without seeing his baby girl smile.
Friday, I picked him up from work and we went to the Apple store together. He was quiet, and I thought it had to do with my new laptop purchase, but as it turns out, he had a general feeling of crappiness. I, meanwhile, had spent the day texting my friend who is in PA school, about this strange arm contusion that I thought appeared over night. It looked and felt like a blood clot (I had an infection in one of my veins before, and I was furiously googling pictures of blood clots in limbs, hence my self diagnosis). She told me it didn’t look alarming necessarily, especially because it had only been a day. I calmed my nerves a bit, and then before bed, I started reading everything that you shouldn’t read about what happens if you have a blood clot and don’t seek immediate treatment. I started to get that sick butterfly feeling deep inside somewhere, and because I’ve been known to pass out or have a panic attack all over something like a bump on my arm, I told Bryant that I had to do something. I called the 24/7 nurse hotline that is available through our insurance, and she basically told me I needed to get treated within the hour. So, because it was 11pm, and Kinsey was sound asleep, I drove myself to the ER. I rocked out to Katy Perry the whole way to keep my mind off of my imminent death, and once I got there, I used words like “tingly” and “numb” which expedited the process. I wasn’t lying, I really did feel tingly and numb, but that could have been related to my anxiety, it is hard to say. Anyway, it was not a blood clot. They determined it to be a mass of tissue. They didn’t really say how these sort of things form, or why, but I’m supposed to take tylenol, and use a warm compress, and if it doesn’t resolve itself or continues to cause me trouble, or if it gets bigger, I have to go and get it tested.
That was Friday night. Saturday morning, I woke up after having like 3 hours of sleep because I got home so late, and Bryant was sicker than sick. He spiked a fever, and spent most of the day in bed. Which meant, that I spent most of the day cleaning our apartment and cloroxing door handles, because I CAN NOT GET SICK. I baked muffins, and I administered Dayquil, and I made Crock Pot Terriyaki Chicken and Jasmine Rice. I was basically kicking ass at all things wife and mother related. Sunday, he was still sick. So I did Saturday all over again. Cleaning, and cloroxing, and mothering, and medicine administering. I ran to Target and picked up Odwallas and Gatorade, and soups, and last night was ready to collapse. Then Kinsey was up, A LOT, with a cough and runny nose.
That brings me to today. Today, feels like yesterday, and the day before. Bryant is at home working, and Kinsey I am hoping to God is just suffering from teething symptoms, but if she gets a fever, I am really going to lose it. Oh also? My classes start today. Oh also? Our air conditioning broke yesterday, so I spent the better part of the day sweating and trying to convince myself that I wasn’t sick, only to find out that I was fine, it was just 78 degrees in our apartment. Which brings me to my next rant, WHY IS IT STILL 98 FLIPPIN’ DEGREES OUTSIDE!? WHY?
I need a vacation.
I so feel you. Let’s take one together.
I love this idea. Are you feeling better?
Yes, I am! Thank you
Come back to Colorado for a long weekend with Kinsey. We can do fun girly days like we used to and I can cook you food! (Or just pig out at Panda like we used to)
I like that your vacation ideas involve eating. We are kindred spirits, you and I.