WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?

i figured i'd get a lot of blogging done while we were away at the cottage.
that didn't happen
a bad head cold derailed my little plans for writing
at least, i finally wrote my little tale about the fan debacle
and just in case you thought that my little tale was exaggerated or that i had stretched the truth a bit for the sake of entertainment, i've now got the photo to back up my claims.


epic shot - the bullet and the 2 socks

you now, seriously, what are the chances?
(thank you to dave (taylor's bff) for forwarding me the photo)
and
what are the chances this freaking virus/flu that just won't go away will actually go away sometime this decade?
i know
we're sick. again.
what are the chances?
we should win an award or something.

i came down with a cold the night before we arrived at the cottage. or i had an inkling it was brewing anyway. it started with a sore throat. i had just finished an intensive 5 day detox the day before we left and so i was hoping that the sore throat was more related to that than a cold.
turns out, it wasn't and by our third day at the cottage, i had a full blown head cold. the kind that makes it hard to swallow, hard to breathe and hard to hear and hard to think.
darn.
writing is not something that comes easy for me. it is cathartic and i enjoy it and i always have a ton of thoughts running through my head, but actually getting them from my head to paper is a major long process. even on a "good day", i'm a little fuzzy in the head. add a head cold into the mix and the the whole "my head feels like it's stuffed with cotton sorta feeling" isn't exactly compatible with writing. such a bummer - i was really looking forward to holing up and writing - after all, a "cabin" in the woods is like a classic place to write, isn't it? what are the chances that when i'm in a setting most conducive to writing, i end up with a head cold. nice. bummer, really as i had quite the story to tell about that 5 day detox. what an unearthly adventure that was.

on our drive up to the cabin, the dog barfed.
all over the van.
sick.
we chalked it up to car sickness, after all, it's a long and winding drive. it's by far, the longest he's ridden in the van.
then he barfed on day 3 of our stay at the cabin.
(fortunately he wretches just like me, and there was much prelude before he actually upchucked - so i had plenty of warning and made sure he barfed on the hardwood and not the carpet)
the dog randomly barfing was weird
but then again
over the past 4 months, i've made barfing a near daily event
at our house, on the side of the road, at the cabin,
in a walmart, in a ross, in a marshalls
is it really that strange that the dog would follow suit?
i'm not the only one that's wondered that
a friend suggested that the dog is empathy barfing
what are the chances?
that's a stretch but hey in my world ANYTHING is possible

sick little puppy

upon our return from the cabin.
i barfed.again.

then the dog barfed. again.
we have laminate flooring in half of our house
but of course, he barfed on the carpeted area.
twice.
the least he could have done is barfed in the same general area of carpet
but nooooo
he barfed in two different spots

then avery got sick. again.
what are the chances?
we've just had a 2 week break from school - spring break.
i was hoping that that'd be enough time for this whole monstrous viral package to close up shop and go pick on another school district.
evidently, it has not.

so avery has been home for a week now
fever, nausea, stomachaches, endless diarrhea
and
the other day she said she was peeing fire
figured she must have a UTI
naturally, the peeing fire thing started 10 minutes after the drop in clinic by our house closed
what are the chances?

the debate became do we wait it out or take her in to the ER
obviously we leaned (heavily) to waiting it out
we're exhausted and
my head cold hasn't let up
graham's run down
and
we've got parker's IVs to run
that is an endeavor that takes 3 hours every night
how do we factor in a trip to the ER amidst that?

oh, we would have figured it out - if we had too
and actually, as we were trying to figure out how to juggle it all
her pain kinda settled down
and
her peeing simmered down
and
advil brought her fever down
and
so we decided to sit tight
legs crossed
and
wait it out

the next morning, i dragged myself and avery to our local clinic
in i walked,
grandly announcing our bedraggled arrival by hacking up a lung
yipee, my head cold has now become a chest infection

this clinic has some really wonderful doctors on staff
and
it has one not so wonderful doctor on staff
what are the chances that we got that doctor?
naturally.
i cringed when he walked in the door
pssshhht!

sure, he has a brutal 'bedside' manner
and
is totally lacking any semblance of empathy
or any sort of emotion period - aside from a smattering of grumpiness
but aside from that,
i have a history with this guy
oh me oh my
he's the doctor i saw the day before we left for SF to see DR H
i probably shouldn't admit this
but here goes
i lied to the guy
oh that sounds so bad
maybe i should sugar coat it and say it's kinda more like i omitted a ONE thing
that time i saw him
he diagnosed me with the double ear/sinus infection
and
he prescribed me antibiotics for that
as he was writing the rx, he asked me if i was on any meds
ah, yeah, a laundry list
my pill list is so long, is it even possible to remember every, single last med?
so, ummm, i "forgot" to tell him i was already on antibiotics
i know, i really had a mental war going on in my head
do i tell him or don't i?
i have never, ever not told a doc exactly what i am on and why (if they care to even ask)
the bottom line, is i just did NOT want to get into explaining anything to this guy
certainly not the lyme thing
i was not there for that
and
i felt so sick, i just didn't have it in me to deal with any crap
i know, again, i'm rationalizing it
but
i was only on ONE antibiotic at that time
and
it was an IV one
so big deal
i chose to omit that
after all, i was only on ONE antibiotic at that time and it was an IV one
and
there is only the slightest, minutest chance that he'd actually prescribe the exact same antibiotic

i'm sure you can guess by now what happened
yup.
walked out with a prescription for the oral form of the IV abx i was already on
what are the stinking chances?

so, back to doctor no personality and avery
he thinks she just has the flu.
but he wanted to get a urine sample just to be sure
she was horrified to hear she had to pee in a cup
but
i told her it would be okay and i would help her
thankfully, she managed to pee in the cup and not on me
(thank you lord for small blessings)

we're still waiting on the urine culture results
and
avery is still home sick
that's day 7 for her
feels like day 700 for me

she's perked up a bit
a new pair of justin beiber jammies helped put a smile back on her face
of course, now the boys are complaining of nausea - altho that is most likely the result of their exposure to justin beiber paraphernalia
at least that's what i'm hoping
but
you know....
oh look, the dog just barfed
and
avery just stepped in it

what are the chances?