If you don't want to start your morning off with ridiculous whining, this might be a good post to skip. Because this post is definitely on the whiny side... and filled with sentence fragments, maybe from the lack of oxygen to my brain... I'll throw in some baby frowns so it isn't entirely unbearable:
The flu struck our house this week, starting with Sadie, then spreading to me, and finally striking Mae Bae. We're not sure whether or not Paul's going to get sick... but his bad back is flaring up... so the whole house is pretty off at the moment.
Thankfully the girls' bug seems pretty easily beaten back by regular doses of medicine ever four hours. They're ready to run around and go outside and play. Mommy? Not so much.
Unfortunately the combo of being pregnant and sick means that any medicine that actually works is off the table. Robitussin. Plain old tylenol. And Benadryl. These are the options of the moment. And I'm fairly certain I've rolled right through cold back into "asthmatic bronchitis" again, which was made evident by some rather scary hours last night of wheezing and coughing, where my lungs were working enough to get some air... but where any less would have been a major problem. I'm not appreciating the doctor in Florida at the moment who didn't want to write a prescription for an inhaler because I'm pregnant. The fact that I knew Paul's inhaler was somewhere nearby was the only thing that held off a full of panic attack. And thankfully it did pass.
I realized sometime around three am that if I laid on my right side I had a gigantic headache. Switching sides made the headache milder, but breathing on my left side was completely impossible, as the air just wouldn't go into my lungs. At all really. So right side it was.
I'm thinking I need to find an urgent care clinic today that's hopefully open on Sunday's. I'm flat out refusing to return to the ER for a cold. Even if that's what my... (I'm searching... but I can't find an adjective that's appropriate for use here... although several less charitable words are coming to mind...) doctor's office suggested... since they can fit me in sometime in November.
On the upside, at least this is now... and not November. Labor feeling like this would be a serious problem.
I'm not sure how many Sunday Masses I've missed this year, but I know it's a lot. In fact I think if you took all the times I'd missed Sunday Mass since I converted five and a half years ago and multiplied it by five you'd probably have a similar number to what I've missed this year. Between a month of bedrest, a month of bronchitis and not being able to take both girls on my own since I'm not supposed to lift Mae Bae (and let's face it... someone is going to need to lift Mae Bae during mass, and mass at our parish involves stairs...) I'm feeling a little frustrated at the moment. I'll have to talk to Paul about talking to the priest today about communion for the sick...
Sorry for this extremely whiny post... I have all these actual posts ideas of substance bouncing around in my head, but between the sleep deprivation and the sickness fog in my brain, this is as good as it's going to get this morning... Really few thoughts at the moment can actually overcome my longing for a plain old cough syrup that actually works...