Seriously, we’re not even to the middle of the month, and I want July to END. Let’s recap the hilarity, shall we?
July 1st - I notice what I thought was a pimply hair on my chin. I pull out offending hair, leaving a smallish bump.
July 3rd - I have to buy new shoes because my other ones died. Not a MAJOR travesty, but still mildly annoying since our budget is practically non-existent. It also doesn’t help that my feet are “special”, and as such, require “special” shoes (read: expensive). Luckily for all of us (and our budget), I found a pair of New Balance on sale.
Bump watch - The bump got bigger. Crap. Must be a staph sore caused by our old family friend, MRS. A, aka Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus. I guess I’ll wait until it forms its ugly little head and slice it open. Oops. No head. Let me slice it anyways. Oops. No pus. Oh well. It will probably go down on its own.
July 4th - I wake up to my chin doubled in size, no mean feat, mind you. I slap a Band-Aid on it (HA!) and go to my psychologist appointment. I try to ignore the sore, we go out to peruse IKEA and eat cheap Japanese food at Mitsuwa, a Japanese market in Arlington Heights. Come home, my face is killing me, I can’t take the pain anymore, so the husband and son take me to the ER and drop me off. Five hours, four doctors, two needle punctures (to see if there is pus), and a dose of humor later (the doctors and interns were actually cool and funny), I’m sent off with a 10 day antibiotics course (to make sure there is no underlying infections, since this is, after all, RESISTANT STAPH), Vicodin (WOOHOO!), and Ibuprofen prescriptions.
July 5th - The start of some family problems that I’m not going to get into on here. Let’s just say that it was unexpected, weird, sad, and very upsetting. As of Saturday, things have worked out, so all is right on that end. Good thing, too. That would have been the proverbial icing on the shit cake if it hadn’t.
July 8th - Discover we’re completely screwed on money again. Brilliant….
July 12th - My ass is completely kicked. A week of medicine that is not kind to me at all, a marathon house cleaning session, and trying to show SOME interest in my family wipes me out. I fall asleep on the couch, only to be awakened by maddening itching on my arm. Then it spread to my chest. Then my neck, chin, other arm, stomach, back….you can see where this is going. Almost NINE STINKING DAYS after starting the antibiotics, I develop an allergic reaction to it. Beautiful. I spend my night itching, popping Benadryl, and rubbing expired Aveeno Anti-Itch cream on my body.
July 13th - Still itching. I get up, take the dog to the vet for his teeth cleaning (more money we don’t have), come home, and admit defeat. I call my local clinic to see if they have Urgent Care appointments available. Of course they don’t, so I head to the ER. Again. Resigning myself to stay in the waiting room for at least three hours, I pull out my phone and start surfing the internet, while watching that stupid show on TV with Rose McGowan and Alyssa Milano. Shockingly, I’m called back to a room twenty minutes after arriving. The doctor sees me quickly, gives me the diagnosis of allergic reaction (duh), and says he’ll give me Bactrim to make up for the other antibiotic I can’t take, along with Benadryl and Prednisone for the swelling and itching. Great, I think, That didn’t take long at all! Well haha, cause three emergencies happened at once and I was stuck in there for three hours. The nurse came in and gave me my first dose of ‘roids and some Benadryl. I started feeling better within twenty minutes. So I finally get released, the husband and boy take me home, and I eat lunch because I’m starving. After all that, I sat for a bit, not really feeling like going anywhere else, but knowing I needed my prescriptions filled and, oh yeah, the dog might want to come home from the vet. So off I went.
The prescription filling went smoothly, and we were on our way to pick up the dog. My son and I start crossing the street and this SUV that I THOUGHT had stopped to wait for us to cross started GOING. I went into protective Mama Bear mode, grabbed my son, and yelled at the guy driving. He tried to start shit with me after we finished crossing, it wasn’t happening, I was already pulling my hair back in anticipation of a fight. It finally ended with the usual mudslinging and the Bird. I don’t think I would have gotten that wild normally, but I was already feeling like crap, the steroids were already making me sweat, and I was getting a raging headache. That guy just rubbed on my very last nerve. So Mr. DriverofSUVandohmygodI’mgoingtogowithoutlookingtomyLEFT, I salute you. With my one finger and a big FUCK YOU.
Now I’m sitting here, aching all over because Prednisone, haha, messes with your joints. That raging headache is still around, too. I need to shower to see if that helps the itching that sort of came back, but I totally do not WANT. TO. MOVE. I’m also very tired, but knowing my sleep patterns, I won’t get to bed for another hour or so. *sigh*
So yeah, that’s my month so far. I think I need to go hide in a cave now. Or under a rock.
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