March 14, 2006
"God Bless Mommy...that she won't kick us"
You know when your child prays that, something is going on! I must have been grumpy last night when we were out to dinner. I don't know where Little A came up with the kicking part, seeing as how I've NEVER kicked her or her sister!, but my mood was such that I actually did want to kick her under the table after that statement was made part of the family prayer.
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Can't say for sure why I was grumpy, other than feeling like I'd had a long day. A friend collapsed after our mom's group in the morning (possibly just from her first migraine, but she ended up spending most of the rest of the day at the ER having tests done - those thankfully showed up clear of anything serious, but we didn't find that out until 10 pm). I was back and forth on the phone with my FIL all day, since the above friend happens also to be the daughter of a couple of my in-laws' friends - oh, and my husband has a minor health issue right now that his dad kept calling to check on.
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I guess I'll talk about that a little: Saturday, we were busy all day preparing for the arrival of our guests. This meant that we were basically doing some long overdue work on the house (I was scrubbing bathroom floors, A was planting flowers out front). After our guests left (I will talk about the visit in another entry), A complained of something in his eye. We tried flushing out his eye, but we could see a speck that wasn't moving. We hoped it would work its way out during his slumber. It didn't. I packed up the girls and we headed to the ER first thing in the morning (they even ate their dry cereal in the car on the way, that's how quickly we ran out). After many hours (thank Mimi for portable dvd! And M&T for the iPod) of me keeping the girls quiet in the waiting room and not knowing what was going on with A, he popped his head out and let us know that he hadn't even been seen by a doctor yet. !!!! Oy!!! Finally, someone came in and numbed his eye, then got the thing out. She noted that his eye is rather scratched and referred him to follow up with an opthamologist within 24 hours. He was given antibiotic drops to put in every 4 hours and a scrip for painkiller. Well, the eye dr. yesterday said that there seems to be a spot of rust on his eye (how did he have metal in his eye?!), so she took a needle and scraped the surface of his eye. This is the part of the story where I got physically ill as he described the fact that the numbing drops had not taken effect. She prescribed a stronger antibiotic that he's supposed to drop in every hour and he goes back again today. I hope he doesn't have to get the scraping done again (although, I am sure his hope for this far outweighs my own).
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So, this doesn't explain why I was grumpy yesterday. Stress? Oh, the other phone calls..... Last week, I took the girls to have fasting lipid profiles done, at the request of their new pediatrician. I have a scary family history of cholesterol problems and he wanted to know how the girls' numbers were - better to start changes now if they are showing signs of genetic issues. We got a call that V's blood test results came back normal. A must have misunderstood the call because he thought the results were for both girls. I got a call about 20 minutes later about Little A's results. Hers are crazy. Something about a referral to some kind of specialist.... blah blah blah. I asked the nurse to have the pediatrician look at the results and call me back personally (he happens to be a new acquaintance at church). I'm waiting to hear back from him now. I can't imagine why she'd be referred to a specialist (the nurse had no idea what kind of doctor the referral was for!). So, I guess I was a little wigged out at dinner. And after dinner.
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On the way home, I commented that I didn't feel like going to the gym to workout and hanging out in the hot tub with my girlfriend after her cardio class. I'd rather collapse on the couch and wallow in my miserable mood - or rather, I didn't feel like socializing. As we drove past the community center, I knew I'd feel better working out instead of sitting on the couch. When we got home, I shouted at V for being obstinate and A pushed me out the door. I did pack a plastic cup, can of diet coke with lime and a bottle of vanilla vodka and wear my swimsuit under my workout clothes.
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After sweating on the elliptical, I met my friend and few others from the cardio class (I am not allowed to do the class again until I have medical clearance that my shoulder is fully healed). We four women headed out to the pool and had a grand ol' time drinking our drinks and soaking in the hot bubbly water. I'd tell you about the cute guys that came in after their workouts, but it'd sound silly. But it's true and one of my neighbors actually was quizzing the one and wants to introduce her daughter to him. It was hilarious!
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So, A was right in shoving me out the door. I needed to go work out. And the drinks with some women in the hot tub did my attitude some good. We have a date for next Monday and I hope I'll have my walking dates the rest of this week with my girlfriend. I'm actually starting to LIKE exercising - it's actually a part of my day I look forward to.
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But, I'm still praying my friend is okay. I'm praying A's eye heals quickly and well. I'm praying Little A's test results aren't as wonky as the nurse let on and if they are, the pediatrician and I can come with a plan of action. I'm praying that Rachael is okay and that her test results come back clear and that her fever was gone after a good night's sleep last night.
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I'm off to shower and get ready for my doctor appointment - just a physical and to talk about my shoulder and some moles. I'm sorry that it sounds like we're all falling apart, but I promise it is just that stuff is happening all at the same time.
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I hope you have a blessed day.
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