You have to say the title in your best Forrest Gump accent. I'm negative for the flu. Negative for a kidney infection. Negative for ear infection though there is pressure in there. Negative for pregnancy. Like duh. Doctors don't listen when I say "I'm INFERTILE!" besides it's only cycle day 12 so a urine preg test wouldn't be sensitive enough to catch it this soon anyway. Positive for Strep. Because that was positive, the doc wouldn't test for Mono. Even though I told him how I had been taking Amoxicillan and the sore throat didn't go away and instead I got a rash on my chest and neck. Dr Google says that is indicative of Mono. And even though I told him I had been exposed to Mono through a friend and her kids. But whatever. They were happy to give me a shot in the ass. Said it would make me feel all better by tonight. Well, it's tonight and I still feel like shit.
As I'm sitting in the waiting room at the walk in clinic, my mom calls my cell. BabyBoy grabbed the heater in the barn with his bare hands and wouldn't stop crying so she was rushing to the doctor. She was so freaked out she didn't even think to ask where to take him. Didn't take a diaper bag or anything. Turns out he has 2nd degree burns. Have to take him back tomorrow to get dressing redone. Then again next week and so on and so forth. Since the adoption isn't finalized yet I had to ponder whether or not to notify his SW. I guess he'll wear mittens to the adoption finalization. Even if it's 70 degrees out.
Then I got a couple of text messages from the BirthParents. See Roz, your comment wasn't so random afterall. They flat out asked me to bring them food and tampons. Guess that means she isn't pregnant. Earlier I got a call from the FoodStamp office. BirthParents had given my cell # as their own number and the lady was calling to do the interview or something like that. Just yesterday BirthMom hinted that they needed someone to co-sign on a car loan for them on Friday. Umm, no way in hell.
I barely got out of the doctor in time to pick The Daughter up from school. My mom was late for work because she was at the pediatrician with BabyBoy. My dad was home with BabyGirl. He is so awesome with her. He never held, changed, or fed me, my sister, or even The Daughter, but he takes such good care of BabyGirl. He sings to her and it is so sweet to see. Anyway, my sister sends a text saying someone was drugged up and wrecked in her yard taking down our mailboxes in the process. Our brand new mailboxes that were cemented in the ground by The Husband after someone took a baseball bat to the last ones. He just fixed them and now, they are splinters of wood and a ball of crumpled metal.
So I'm going to live apparently. Oh, and the petition on BabyGirl was dropped though I had to email up the food chain all the way to the director to get an answer.
3 comments:
i was thinking about you all day yesterday.. you poor thing! and poor BB! you cannot seem to catch a break.if BG refuses ONE bottle- get her to the doc FAST. strep throat can get so ugly in a 7lb baby OMG. i hope the babies dont get sick.....i am worried about you! im so glad your Dad is there GEESH!
Geez, you tried to make it easy on the dr. by giving him the diagnosis and he still wouldn't take it!? Makes you wanna have them pay you a co-pay.
I so hope BB's little hand heals quickly. It is so hard when the little ones are hurt and you can only do so much for them and the pain. I would definitely keep mittens on him, though. They'll probably find anything just to be jerks. (calling them jerks was me being nice!)
I have to say that you brought a tear to my eye when you described how good your dad is with BG. I just love it!
Hope you can shake this that's bringing you down right now. It just sucks to be sick but nothing is worse than being sick when you have little ones!
MAN, it just gets better and better eh?? holey schmoleys.
I love using family as my babysitters... but doesn't it suck major (what am I, 15??) when the child gets hurt or sick in their care? Maybe that's just me. It was my dad who was walking Teddy when he nearly killed another dog, leading to us putting him down. I know it wasn't his fault, but it still felt horrible. I hope your relationship with your parents (continues?) to get better, and I'm not being sarcastic this time.
AND, I hope you get well soon!! Wish I was there to help in some way, even if it was just to give you space to groan in agony :)
Praying (you may hate me saying that, sorry) for both you & BB; for good news to post in the future, and HEALTH.
Stay clear of social workers, cracktastic doctors, and heaters in the meantime, k? :)
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