You Guys Are the Best!
Thanks so much for all your kindness and support over my last few posts. It never seems to just rain---it always pours, doesn't it?
My stomach bug was one of those 24-36 hour things, blessedly. Wanna lose 5 lbs real fast? I don't recommend this diet!
This whole week has played out like a really really bad Stooges episode.
Monday afternoon, I was working downstairs (still trying to tackle the laundry room). Big Kid came running in.
"Mom! I think I coughed up some blood!"
Oy, not again. What was it this time? Spaghetti sauce?
Except that it really WAS blood. Eeek! Called the doc who said, "How soon can you get here?" and rushed the kid into town. I white-knuckled it all the way, tried to calm the kid down, and tried not to let him see MY panic.
Turns out the kid was the THIRD patient the doc had seen that day with a particularly nasty form of bronchitis. The Kid had bronchitis a few weeks ago, and although he took the meds and felt fine, apparently the dose didn't do the trick. He prescribed new meds, including prednisone ("will this make my dick shrink?"), new inhaler.
And a chest x-ray. So that the kid wouldn't add lung cancer to his list of obsessions (butt tumors, scalp cancer, aliens laying eggs in his digestive tract, etc).
12 hours later in the wee hours of the morning, I started yarking my guts up. By 6:30am, I woke up the hubby and asked him to get up, because I was falling over and needed to go to bed. I didn't want to breathe any putrid flu germs on him.
That was prolly moot, because I'd been breathing on him before I turned into a puke machine. I just wanted to be considerate. None of the guys seem to have caught it, thank heavens!
Bless Hubby's heart. He stayed home and took care of me. Kept the kids from tearing each other's noses off and kept the dogs from yapping at every butterfly that flew past the window. After I fell into bed, I was dead to the world for about 4 hours.
Then I head a "tap tap tap" on the bedroom door.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but Big Kid doesn't know what pills to take in the morning. I don't know what meds he takes in the morning either!"
Whaaaaaa?? Shit. I forgot to refill the pill dispenser last night.
"I called the doctor's office and XXXXX (the medical assistant) doesn't know!"
Whaaaaaa??? I pulled the pillow off my head and moaned.
Did any of you think to read the directions on the pill bottles?