So, long story short, massive pulsating jarring headache, neck pain, hospital, admitted, poke, vein no likey likey, poke some more, new I-V site, poke some more, feeling like a guinea pig, no communication or information, you can't see your kids, no nurse comes even though light is on for 45 minutes, you can go home, you can't, we don't know what you have, you can see your kids, you can't, I-V site swells, push nurse button, no nurse comes, red lines streaking up my arm from I-V site, still no nurse, poke some more, I refuse 3rd I-V site, they dangle "you can see your kids if you let us pump you full of just one more bag of antibiotic poison", I agree, Doctor sticks head in door, you can go home, no ibuprofen, never see doctor again, get dressed I-V still in my hand, step into hall, thrust I-V apparatus into a passing nurses face who says "OMG" and pushes me back into the room, nurse starts to take it out, I wince, she says "there's no needle it shouldn't hurt", unsaid "you big faking baby", in shock ask what do I do if headache returns?, nurse shrugs shoulders says "your a mystery", smirky forced smile, thrusts paper, I sign, walks us down, See ya unsaid "wouldn't wanna be ya". Anyway after all of this lovely treatment I went to my primary care physician on Monday. He said I had viral meningitis. It was the hospitalists final diagnosis upon discharge (boy that would have been nice to know). It may take up to 4 weeks to recover fully and I'm trying to take it easy. Mark has his resectomy tomorrow and so the kids, I think are on their own. Hailey's seven. She can forage for food for her and her two younger sibs right?
After yesterday, I was exhausted. Work, play date, pick H up from school, soccer practice, grocery shopping, picked up pictures, dropped item at friends' house, = couch, which I laid on for about an hour while I ignored the children. This lovely Men kicked my ass (Isn't that what they all do). I finally hauled my butt up to check on Claire and she was on top of the BUNK BED. She can't walk but can climb a ladder? huh? The kids were starved at this point and it was all I could do to cook a meal. Mark didn't get home until 7:00 and then the water works began. Poor guy. Works his butt off and comes home to a sobbing wife. Just what every husband wants to welcome them home after a hard day of work.
Today I took Anna and Claire to Jamba Juice for a fun outing and to get out of the house. Claire tolerated me feeding her from a spoon for about 10 bites and then squealed and in one motion ripped the straw out of the top of the plastic cup sending peach paradise careening through the air in an arch of all things healthy. The lovely concoction landed in my hair and glopped down onto my sweater. Boy was it fun!! Maybe peach paradise is as beneficial to your hair as they stuff down your throat advertise that it's good for your body.
