An Update Post. A Day Later.

So it's been a hell of a week. You'd think not much can happen since I last posted? You'd be wrong.

My week is continuing the way it started.

I'm complaining and I don't give a fuck about it.

I have tried not complaining.

I have tried to maintain a positive attitude and outlook.

I know things could be worse.

Much worse.

But faaaaaak.

I'm just fucking over it.

Mila has been home sick for 3 whole days. 3 whole days of fevers. Fevers over 101 degrees.

She looks so pathetic. But her eyes! So pretty. Even if they look like sick eyes. 

Up and down.

I thought we were on the mend. Again.

I took Mila's temp today (Wednesday) at like 3pm and it was back up to 101.3 after not having a high fever for most of the day (woke up and it was around 99.3).

She can't go back to school until she's been fever free for 24 hours. So...technically at 3pm today she had a fever, so she can't go back to school tomorrow either....uggghhh.

She's starting to get bored.

Still feeling yucky, so I feel bad for her in that regard. But I know she's bored.

I'm on day 2 of my cortisone shot.

And just like last time, the evening afterwards suuuuuucked. BAD.

Steve was working, so it was just me and the girls. 

Mila helped as much as she could (and I didn't want to ask her). She DID move laundry over for me when the washer went off - I was pretty surprised she did that without being asked to! 

Anyway. 

PAINNNN.

I ice it for a good amount of time and let the girls watch a movie. 

I know I have to get through this, to have the next 3 months be pain free.

But, the doctor told me he won't just give me another shot if it doesn't resolve itself - he'll make me do PT...

BOO.

But, sleeping? That was a JOKE! Ha! Can't bend it. Can't keep it straight. Can't not have it on a pillow. 

Ugh.

Today was better, but it's still pretty sore. 

Work was insanely busy, so being home with kids, having a bum (dominant) arm, while being super busy at work? Not my cup of tea.

Not only was I doing my regular day job, but I was also being a waitress to my sick child, who is milking it for what it's worth. 

Mommy, can you get me a drink?

stop what I'm doing, get drink, go back to what I was doing

Mommy, can you put ice in it?

go back, get the cup, get ice, put in cup, go back

Mommy, my throat is sore, can I have some warm honey-water?

get up, get cup, heat up water/honey, go back and deliver

Mommy, can I have a snack?

........

All of this between emails that are just pinging away. And a few phone calls sprinkled in there. 

Oh, and preschool drop off and pick up, because we didn't have daycare today. So Ava was home with us from 11:30 on. 

All she did was yell everything. Not in a mean way. Just yelling her statements/requests. 

Seriously. 

Going into the office tomorrow will feel like a fucking vacation. And that is saying a lot considering I've been putting in what feels like a billion hours a week lately (for the last 9 weeks but who's counting?)