Some days are long. Very long.
Some days are boring.
Some days are fun and free.
Some days are a mixture of all of the above.
And then some days are absolutely killer.
The following happened:
1) I woke up with a pounding head ache. This was self inflicted, as I went to the Billy Joel concert the night before and drank one too many beers. (Note to self - when drinking at a concert, always buy a bottle of water. No water = pounding head ache).
2) I also woke up with a sore throat. The family's summer cold has officially hit me.
3) With pounding head ache and summer cold, I had to pry myself out of bed to take Braden to a play date for all incoming kindergartners at his new school. (Translation - kids will play and parents will quietly judge one another). This is normally the kind of thing I really enjoy, but I just wasn't in the mood to put my best foot forward. I put my hair in a pony tail and wore glasses and told myself as long as I got through the event without collapsing, it would be a success. (It was).
4) We got carryout from Cheesecake Factory for dinner, which was supposed to make our lives easier (aka, no cooking). Casey got macaroni and cheese. Let me repeat - MACARONI AND CHEESE. Casey has a severe nut allergy. I am cognizant of that ALL THE TIME. But I figured macaroni and cheese is safe right? Right? Apparently not. Soon after eating it he started complaining about a stomach ache. Then sores in his mouth. Then I noticed a rash developing on his feet. I still couldn't fathom how this could be an actual allergic reaction, but in an abundance of caution I called the doctor, who told I needed to immediately use the epi-pen. WTF. We've never used this before, but I have about a thousand available anywhere and everywhere for this very situation, so we did it. Poor Casey cried and freaked out and then, as per doctor's instructions, he had to go to the ER to be observed for at least 4 hours.
Casey was/is fine. He got a popsicle and got to watch Frozen and then fell asleep peacefully. He's back at camp today. But me? I'm not so fine. I mean, there is something a bit unnerving about STICKING A NEEDLE IN YOUR SON'S THIGH AND INJECTING HIM WITH EPINEPHRINE. Especially when all he did was eat macaroni and cheese. He (completely coincidentally) has an appointment with an allergist tomorrow, so we obviously will discuss it then. I am assuming it was some kind of cross contamination at the restaurant. Good times.
5) As my husband was en route to the hospital with Casey (and I literally mean AS HE WAS EN ROUTE) I received an email from Braden's pediatric GI doctor. For the past several months Braden has been complaining of stomach pain. It is intermittent and at times severe - severe enough that I made an appointment with a pediatric GI. She ordered a series of tests, including a stool sample (which was oh so fun to collect, let me tell you). Well guess what. His stool sample came up POSITIVE for a parasite. I think my literal, out loud reaction was - You've got to be shitting me. (No pun intended). The good news is that this can be cured with a five day course of medicine, a probiotic, and 30 days lactose free. But please. REALLY? REALLY?
Put a fork in me, I am done.
Today is Monday, and God willing, it will be a smooth, uneventful day.
Because it won't take much to put me over the edge.
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