Mixed Feelings

Our family has had a weird week. Brad felt horrible on Monday, and Samuel was obviously markedly more sick as well. Brad normally keeps the kids on Monday so I can go to work, but he wasn't feeling up to it and I didn't feel right doing that to him. He actually had a pretty high fever for an otherwise healthy adult (102.8) and I did what I could to help him out. Tuesday I'm normally home anyway and Brad still felt poorly, so I took Samuel to the doctor and picked up his prescription and shopped while Brad kept first just Audrey and then both of them. Samuel turned out to have bronchitis and a raging left ear infection, poor guy. He's such a tough one. Anyway, I felt almost 100% except for a slightly annoying tickle in my throat until about 10:30 last night. Then my throat started getting sore, and by the time we woke up (for real) this morning, it was pretty bad. I say "for real" because I was up about 4 times for a total of an hour and a half or so with Audrey and/or Samuel, even though they both usually sleep fine all night (for the most part). Brad had to go on his own insurance plan this year because of some cutbacks on my benefit options, and the plan he opted for (the cheapest one) is pretty restrictive. We felt comfortable with that, though, because he hasn't been in for a sick visit in the nine years we have been together! We spent a good bit of the morning trying to figure out how we could get seen, because my OB is basically my primary physician, but he doesn't see "sick" non-gyn issues as far as I know. Brad finally just had to make an appointment for tomorrow morning with his chosen primary care physician and I went to a clinic my mom recommended.

While I was pulling into the parking lot, I managed to run over a beer bottle that someone had conveniently stood straight up for someone to hit and was afraid that I had damaged a tire. Then I had to get a later appointment and come back, which drove me to tears for a few minutes. My dad checked the tires out for me while I was in the area and I'm thankful that I didn't do any actual damage. Anyway, my entire point for the post is that today I've felt probably the worst I've felt in a good four years, even compared with a botched c-section recovery and VBAC recovery, but when I got weighed at the clinic, it was a good feeling! I weighed five pounds less than what I thought! Yay! Not that I don't have a ways to go. That perked me up just a little, though. Of course, I do have strep throat and thanks to the miracle of amoxicillin, which I got for free at Publix, I already feel a bit better! Yay again! Now to keep poor Audrey from catching our family sicknesses.