You know where this is headed, right?
I woke up on Saturday with the most terrible crick in my neck EVAR, got dressed, got P up and moving, and went to get Z up. She had been working some serious snot for a few days, and it was crusted all over her little face when I woke her. So I brought her to my bathroom and we were cleaning her with a warm washcloth when she started crying and said her legs felt funny. Huh? She didn't want to be standing any more. Huh?? She hobbled over to my bed and said, "My legs felt unsteady. I just want to lay here for a little bit." I think I knew right then that everything was shot. She looked so pitiful. So I scootched her over a bit and layed down with her. What else would I do? P offered that I could leave them and go for the run, but I was worried about her and it didn't feel right.
She wasn't running a fever. Her little eyes looked terrible, all bloodshot, so after she was cleaned up I got her some lubricating drops and crossed my fingers. I also gave her some anti-congestion meds for all the phlegm. And then we all just layed around all morning, me grading papers, P napping, Z watching the iPad in my bed. Around noon she started screaming and crying about her ear. Fabulous.
We immediately gave Tylenol (which WORKS, WAY TO GO TYLENOL!) and she cried herself to sleep (she never EVER sleeps during the day) while I called for a doctor's appointment. After passing all the hurdles, we were told to get our butts to the closest office within 30 minutes, because they closed at 2 and it was now 1. Done and done. By the time we got there, she said it didn't hurt any more. I told her I didn't care, she was seeing the doc anyways. Saw doc and sure enough, ear infection AND eye infection. Got her meds and returned to the laying around pattern.
|Post Tylenol, cried self to sleep. Grimmy tried to help.|
Sunday the Kid clearly felt better. My neck was mildly better. But my mood went to hell in a handbasket. I don't really want to go into it other than to say that I got really really REALLY pissed about some things that were annoying, yes, but probably didn't deserve quite the reaction they got. Then I had a full sobbing breakdown. For the rest of the night I was useless, I felt like I was moving in slow motion, couldn't really focus on anything at all. Went to bed around 6:30 because meh.
This morning I am better.... better but not ok. Better means I am neither screaming at anyone or crying about anything, right now. I.... I can't seem to find any distraction in the things that normally give me pleasure. I can't focus on reading. I end up staring off into space. I feel... like I don't have any fucks to give. I got up this morning and exercised because it is the routine, not because I felt internally motivated to do it, if that makes sense. I don't feel internally motivated to do anything at all. I guess that is it. Bed would be nice.
I think that people who care think it is the Pill. I think I might think that too? But I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I missed a single dose the other day and the problem restarted itself almost immediately. Is this my choice? Constant bleeding or dead inside?