If yesterday were a fish, I would have thrown it back. Because it was a fish not worth keeping, that’s for certain. I really didn’t want it. But alas, I caught it and I was stuck with it. Do you ever have days like that?
The day began in the normal way. I awoke at my normal time of 4:50 a.m., took a shower, put my pajamas back on, and headed downstairs for coffee. I generally get a good 1 1/2-2 hours of quiet coffee time in the morning before the kids are awake. I catch up a little bit on reading my favorite blogs and joining my favorite link ups. All this went as planned.
The kids were up by 7:00 a.m., the morning routine completed effortlessly, and we were in the car headed for school at 8:00 a.m. as usual. My husband was even able to be home yesterday morning to help with the getting ready and school drop off. I was home by 8:20, started some laundry and the dishwasher, got a pot of coffee brewing to enjoy with my friend, Amy, who was due to arrive around 9:30 a.m. to watch my little one while I went to a doctor’s appointment.
My appointment was at 10:45 with my OB/GYN to schedule a uterine ablation and a tubal ligation. This was the second appointment which was prerequisite to even scheduling the surgery. At the first appointment (about 6 weeks ago), we discussed the procedures and the doctor ordered blood work and a pelvic ultrasound. It took 3 weeks just to get an ultrasound scheduled. Then another 3 weeks to get the follow up appointment with the OB/GYN. When I called to make the first appointment, I told them I was also due for a routine pap. This was never done at the first appointment. At yesterday’s appointment, I was asked if I was due for a pap. I replied that I was. And it was never done. When I finally sat down with the doctor, he had no pre-surgery paperwork and we had to wait for it. So I seized the opportunity to ask him a non-OB/GYN medical question.
My question was of this nature: On Saturday, I was stung in the ankle by a hornet. There initially was no swelling and only a slight bug bite type mark about 24 hours after the sting. Then suddenly, my ankle disappeared in a gruesome swelling of flesh, my skin turned purple all around the area, and I could barely walk on my foot without pain. These symptoms worsened from Sunday night until I was at the OB/GYN on Wednesday morning, at which point I was starting to experience minimal relief. So I asked the doctor if he thought it needed medical attention.
(This is the spot actually starting to improve. Sorry to gross you out.)
So upon leaving the OB/GYN appointment (without a pap or a scheduled surgery date), I walked across the parking lot to the Emergency Room of my local hospital (which shares a parking garage with the medical building where the OB/GYN is located). I was hesitant to go to the ER because it is really very much like entering the twilight zone. And once you commit to being there, you could be stuck there forever. But the doctor indicated that the stinger may be lodged beneath my skin and may require being cut out. I figured if I made an appointment with my family doctor, they may end up sending me back to the hospital anyway. So in the interest of saving time, cutting out the middle man, and eliminating a drive across town and potentially back again, I committed. I went into the ER, explained the situation, and then I sat. And sat. And sat. And panicked that I would not get home to relieve Amy of babysitting duties with enough time for us both to pick up our children from school. (I do think this caused me the most stress.) And then I sat a little while longer. I saw police officers come in and remove a patient from the waiting room for questioning. And I got coughed on by a wretchedly sick man. (Well, he didn’t really cough “on” me, but he was coughing a little too close for comfort.)
I finally got a room, the doctor came in, checked out my ankle, prescribed an antibiotic because it is clearly infected, and sent me on my way. No incisions needed (thankfully). While waiting for my discharge papers, the OB/GYN called me to schedule my routine pap (which was today, by the way…because that’s exactly what I wanted to do the next day)! Stopping in the bathroom on my way out of the ER, my belt fell apart and I had to discard it with the threat of losing my pants during the rest of this hideous day.
At this point, I was pushing my time limit. But Amy assured me that I had adequate time to drive all the way across town to my pharmacy to get my prescription (which is on the Army base and comes with all sorts of other complications). To my pleasant surprise, I was called up to the counter within minutes of checking in…only to be told there was no prescription sent to them. When they called the hospital, they were told once my file was closed they could no longer send the script electronically. The hospital also informed the pharmacy that they did not have the capability to fax the script. (My head may have exploded at that point.) After the pharmacist spoke with the hospital (in a not very pleasant tone), exceptions were made, my prescription was filled, and I headed towards home (holding my pants up with one hand all the while). I still needed to stop for milk (because I completely ran out of milk for the first time ever in my children’s lives and poor Amy had to deal with my little one crying for “pink milk” all day. Sorry, Amy.)
I made it home with enough time to grab a belt and get the little one into the car to head off to pick up the big one at school. And this is actually the outfit I was wearing all day. And I somehow survived in 4 inch wedges with a strap around my infected ankle (don’t ask me why I chose these shoes because I do not have an answer). And today I am exhausted. Completely and utterly fatigued. To the point that putting one foot in front of the other feels like I have to move a mountain. But I am home now. And today I quit. I’m pooped. I’m tired. I’m done. I’m throwing yesterday day back, I’m recovering today, and I’m starting over tomorrow. Hopefully with a scheduled date for my surgery. A huge thank you to Amy for keeping my kid and fielding my frustrated phone calls! So long, and thanks for all the fish.
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Honestly, I am way too tired to provide outfit details.
Thank you to every one who stops by every week and joins my link up. I really appreciate your continued support! This past week really got away from me as evidenced by the story I shared in this post! So I do apologize that I have not been to visit every post that was linked up. But I am working through them all because I do love to see what you all are wearing, sharing, and discussing. If I don’t get the chance to comment, I have been trying to pin and/or tweet all of your posts as well!
Here are your two favorite posts from my link up last week:
Jodie, Nancy, and Charlotte of Jodie’s Touch of Style showed us just how versatile chambray and denim shirts can be. They all look so amazing in their different stylings in Chambray Shirt 2 (With Jeans).
Recovering on the edge,
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