A few nights ago, Jonah awoke in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder. And since he sleeps in a bassinet 3 inches from my bed and about 12 inches from my ears, it scared the crap out of me. I bolted up right to a sitting position, and something happened.
Something unpleasant occurred in the right side of the general area that got cut open three weeks ago. And since that night (it was Thursday, I think) – my pain, which had been well under control with just Motrin, has gotten worse and worse. Tonight it is back up to what I felt like the night I got home from the hospital – NOT GOOD! So I made an appointment with my doc for 8:15 Tuesday morning (which is the time most of you will be reading this) to see if a) I am dying and b) if not, can she do anything to FIX ME or at least give me some more yummy pain meds. Because I am in bad shape. Hobbling around and so much more.
But of course, tonight as I write this, we are under a winter weather advisory. We are supposed to get DUMPED ON tonight. Which means I will have to drive my jacked-up self and my infant to my doctor’s office in a blizzard, OR – continue to suffer and not be able to function. I’ve already got my mom coming over to take Sophie to school, but I am sure what will happen is this:
1) My dad, a teacher, will have school canceled and will bring my mom in their 4-wheel drive vehicle.
2) My big kids will not have school and my parents will end up staying with them while I go to the doctor.
3) The drive to the doctor’s will be horrifying.
4) I will kill myself getting the baby seat out of the car and/or fall on my butt on the snow and hurt myself even worse.
Or not. None of the above could occur. But I tell you what, I HAVE to get to that appointment tomorrow! I am in a bad, bad way and I just can’t be in this place with three needy kiddos to take care of.
Plus, I have like zero pain tolerance. I’m not exactly stoic. And this freaking HURTS.
So wish me clear roads and pain medication, people! I need ’em both!
