1755 Happy Friday…bring on the sunshine!

Saucy Scale: 6

Oh my…it has been a looong week at our house.  I’m tired of living it, let alone talking about it.

*groan*

Did I ever come back to write that our entire family came down with a nasty stomach virus?  We’ve all been barfing around here this week.

Yesterday morning I called the Triage Nurse at the OB’s office to see what her opinion would be about cancelling the 3 hour glucose test scheduled for this morning.  She was much more concerned with how long it had been since I’d been able to keep anything down, especially water.  (When we talked, it had already been more than 36 hours since I’d kept down water.)  She ordered me into the office to visit with a Nurse Practitioner (and she cancelled today’s glucose test).

I saw my favorite N.P. last night.  She wasn’t too thrilled about my dehydration either.  She wrote me a script for Zofran, a med traditionally used for morning sickness, which some docs have started prescribing to folks with a stomach virus. 

Once I’ve been healthy for 5 days, I can reschedule my glucose test. 

After my appointment I made a grocery run for provisions such as crackers, popsicles, gatorade, & watermelon.  A Panera run (dinner for TBU & myself) and lastly…a Walgreens run (to fill my Zofran).

Last night I ate my first real meal (& managed to keep it down).  I had soup & a giant iced tea from Panera.  I know the caffeine in the iced tea was probably less than perfect choice, but iced tea just sounded really good to me.  (And I’m a serious iced tea snob…and most damn yankees make horrific iced tea.)

Ok, can I just tell you how thankful I am for insurance?  15 Zofran pills cost us a whopping co-pay of $5.00 and the top of the Walgreens packaging noted "your insurance saved you $377.48".  Holy Guacamole!

I took a look at my hand where I hand a blood draw last Tuesday and discovered that the surrounding area had turned a nice deep purple.  I’m assuming that probably has something to do with my dehydration.

I had my first really good night’s sleep in awhile.  Followed by a positively delicious shower this morning. 

I think it would do the kids good to "lay low" for much of today.  I have one small errand that has to happen by the end of the day (my wedding ring must get checked by the end of the month of October.  If I don’t get it done, my warranty is voided.), but that’s the only thing.  I mostly wrote that paragraph so that I don’t forget to run this errand today.  My brain is MORE than fried.

Gusser isn’t really aware that TODAY is Halloween.  If he isn’t feeling good, then we’ll just stay in tonight and hide from the world.  If he’s all better, we’ve got plans to go over to see Grandpa J and Uncle Boogie for dinner & some low key trick or treating.

Boogie had been hoping we could make a road trip together in the near future.  In theory, I was hoping we could make it as well.  In reality…my pregnant body is just not buying into the whole road trip plan.

See, it would’ve meant loading up my children into our minivan and made a one-day drive to West Virginia (8+ hours if you don’t make too many stops) to visit with Cousin B. & family.  While I love my cousin & would really like to see her, I just don’t have it in me.

The last road trip TBU & I made to Iowa was 3 hours long…and it was really hard for me to sit in the car that long.

Besides, we were only gonna stay for a 2 day visit & then get back in the car to get Boogie back to work.  I really wasn’t looking forward to trying to stay healthy & rested…not knowing how my children would react to (avoiding) napping in a new environment.  I could see me getting really really overtired and puking constantly.  No thanks.

So, I managed to explain to both Boogie & Cousin B that I just couldn’t do it.  She understood (she’s got a little boy of her own).</span>

Now, if I could just get my @ss off that stupid Gala/Auction committee!

My "boss" is less than sympathetic about my plight.  See, she has a set of twins herself.  She was ordered onto some variation of bedrest…and refused to do it.  And…she works in the medical field…she is not exactly "on my side" when it comes to getting off this Auction.  In fact, my Auction Confidante told me something snarky that my "boss" had told her.  

Apparently my "boss" said, "I know "That Girl" wants off the Gala, but we won’t let her off!"

Now, my "boss" has a weird sense of humor.  She might’ve been joking when she said this, but somehow, I don’t think she was joking.  Neither does my Auction Confidante, actually.  

Excuse me?  Who they h*ll is she to say whether or not I step down from Auction?  She’s not my doctor & her medical (as well as personal) opinion means less than nothing to me.

Besides, when I saw my favorite Nurse Practitioner last night, I brought up the Auction.  I told her that I might need some assistance extricating myself from my committment.  She smiled and told me to call her as soon as I wanted her to write the note.

So I feel like giving my "boss" the finger, to say the least.

That’s about it from here.

5 Things That Make Me Happy:

1. medical & drug insurance
2. Michelle, my favorite Nurse Practitioner
3. really fresh iced tea
4. a warm baguette
5. no more sick!