Remember how I was all, “Oh, we are fine over here, just fine, no illness or trauma, nothing to see here!” and then I had to work 25 hours this weekend and I felt like hammered dog shit (technical medical term) and then on Monday I could barely get out of bed and Zoe was home from school and she was all, “But you promised we would go see Star Wars in 3D” and my head hurt so incredibly bad that I couldn’t see light and I was pretty sure it was a brain tumor?
It was all I could do to load the kids up into the truck and drive over to Urgent Care. I probably should have gone oh, say weeks ago, but every time I’m sick I’m convinced it is terminal. This might stem from the fact that the doctors thought my dad had a kidney infection and then surprise! it’s cancer of the pancreas.
Turns out, it’s a sinus infection. But! The doctor did say it was nastiest infection he’s seen in awhile and it was making my eardrums bulge. He also reminded me that doctors are our friends and I’m not going to receive a Hero Reward for walking around sick.
He wrote me a script for a ear drops, nose spray, and ten day supply of antibiotics, which I hate taking, but I know will work. As a added bonus, the medicine will also give me a raging yeast infection just in time for my trip to Nashville. Score!
And to take yesterday to a whole other level of shitastic, the room we were in while I was at Urgent Care? It was the same room we were in a year ago when Zoe was diagnosed with Type One Diabetes. This fun fact escaped me, but Zoe pointed it because she remembered the artwork on the wall.
Diabetes, and sinus infections, and yeast infections! OH, MY!