Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug, right?
Today I was definitely the bug. :(
Got up this morning and hauled sweetpea (Josie) to the pediatrician, because she's still having low-grade fevers, even with her antibiotics and the motrin she's been taking. We checked in at 9:45. Keep in mind that we ran out of the house right after she woke up, so neither one of us had eaten anything. I had enough wits to grab a sippy cup full of milk, so she at least had that, but she had no interest in it. They poked her finger, swabbed her throat twice (for a flu test, one for their office and one for the state of Indiana), and attached a bag to her bottom to catch a urine sample. She kept screaming "EAT!" and cried "HUNNY!" (hungry) So finally at 11:30, when no one had been into her room for over an hour, I called the doctor in and said, "She HAS to eat. I have to take her and get her something to eat." He finally concedes after some argument, and just as we're walking out at 11:45, my cell rings. The caller ID says it's the girls' school.
Me: "hello?"
School Person (SP): "Mrs. Baker?"
Me: "Yes?"
SP: "You do realize that we're operating on a half day schedule today, right?"
Me: *stunned silence - realizing that that means that the girls got out at freaking 11:15.* "Uh, NO."
SP: "Yes, we had a half day today, and your daughters are in the front office, waiting for you to pick them up."
Me: "I'm on my way, out the door. I'll be there in less than 10 minutes - I'm SO SORRY."
SP: "That's all right. I'll let them know."
So my sorry butt speeds all the way from the hospital to their school, and when I get there, Lexi is BAWLING because she was afraid I wasn't going to come and get her! Apparently the school sent home a notice on Monday that said today was going to be a half-day, and neither one of my kids brought their note home!!! (*&^#@&^#%! Talk about feeling like the world's worst mother! :( :( :( To make things up to them, I took them all to Wendy's (which is where they picked), and we had lunch. Then we had to go back to the pediatrician's and wait for Josie to pee into the urine sample bag. She finally does, and we wait for a freakin' hour for the doctor to come and tell me that she is perfectly fine, and nothing is wrong except that she's anemic (DUH). He said that her random fever spikes are probably just leftover symptoms from whatever infection she's being treated for, and that they should go away. BUT if they persist through the weekend, I'm to bring her back on Monday morning. Sheah, and monkeys might fly out of my butt, right? >:P He gave her a script for an iron supplement (which she will NOT take), and we were outta there. We went to the Dollar Tree, and I gave the girls each $1 to spend, and they were pacified. We came home and I laid down, since my tooth was killing me. Gracie laid with me and watched Vol. 1 of Animaniacs while I slept. Then we had dinner, and then I took the girls to their Girl Scout meeting, which they loved. Then I went to Kmart and bought some socks for me and a bottle of Aleve, got home and realized the stupid cashier didn't even put the Aleve in my bag! So now I have to go tomorrow and pick it up.
Dear Thursday:
Next week, skip my house.
No love,
Me
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Terrible start today...
Posted by Jason & Michelle at 7:07 PM 0 comments
Labels: pediatrician, school
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
good day
So Josie's been getting better since her visit to the ER. They gave her that shot of antibiotics and she's been getting Amoxicillin 3 times a day ever since... she's not lethargic anymore, but she's still running some low grade fevers off and on. I called her pediatrician's office today to let them know about her visit to the ER, and they said I need to bring her in, especially if she's still having her fevers off and on. So I'm supposed to call tomorrow morning at 8:30 to see when their first available appointment is.
After I called them, Josie and I went to Schimpff's, which is a favorite hangout of mine. She got her usual - 3 gold chocolate coins. I got a fountain Coke (YUM) and something new that they're doing for Easter:
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is diabetes in a bag. Seriously, it's a chocolate covered peep. You know what Peeps are? For the uninformed:
THOSE are the bunny-shaped Peeps. They are marshmallows covered in colored sugar, and while they used to only be available at Easter, now they also make them for Valentine's Day, Christmas, and Halloween. Schimpff's dips them in chocolate now. I bought one out of sheer, morbid curiosity. The first bite wasn't too bad; the chocolate shell (available in milk chocolate or dark chocolate - I got the milk) was crunchy, sweet, and satisfying in itself. The thing as a whole was pretty good, when I was nibbling on the ears (the smallest part of the bunny). When I got to the body and took a full bite, I could FEEL my heart speed up about 3 times the normal rate. Seriously, if you're not a diabetic before you eat this, you will be after! On the other hand, if you're into seriously sweet treats, this is for you. It was only $1 for one coated Peep. I couldn't finish the one I got - it was so sweet, it made my throat hurt!
After the trip to the candy store, we went to the post office so I could mail off a box to a very dear friend (she likes Schimpff's taffy), and then Josie and I had a Mommy/daughter lunch date at McDonald's... which was a real treat for both of us, since we rarely eat out, and we almost NEVER go there (we're more of a Wendy's family, when we can eat out). She had a blast, and it actually flurried some snow a bit while we were in there, which was cool.
After that we came home, and luckily miss thing fell asleep in the car, and even STAYED asleep when we got home. She slept for almost two hours, which is further proof that she still isn't completely back to normal, because when she is completely well, she does not nap during the day. "Naps? HA! I laugh in the face of your naps! MWAHA!" :)
Love to all,
Michelle
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Labels: candy, doctor, ER visit, naps, pediatrician, post office, schimpff's
