I had a morning appointment with my chemo doc yesterday whose office is two hours from my house. Meant we needed to get up around 6AM (otherwise known as 0-dark-thirty) so we could get ready and out the door on time. I was showering before bed Monday night when my phone rang. Wonderboy’s van broke down on him, stranding him halfway between here and work. I’ll spare you the details but, suffice it to say, I didn’t get to bed until 2AM and Mike didn’t get back home until around 3:30AM. I was asleep so when he climbed in bed and did a full body snuggle, because he was COLD AS AN ICE CUBE and I was nice and warm having been asleep, I awoke.
People, that’s a horrible and painful way to wake up! DON’T DO THAT TO YOUR SPOUSE!
Anyway, it took forever to get back to sleep so I reset the alarm on my phone for 7:15 and figured we’d just get coffee at Casey’s instead of making it here. That’s exactly how I came to have the third worst cup of coffee I’ve ever had in my LIFE! Tasted like a stale cup. And by that, I mean the cup it was in, not ‘a cup of joe’. Blech. It was more like a slight hint of coffee in stale water in the world’s oldest cup known to man. Or something.
Anyway, chemo doc wants me to see an immunologist to find out what’s wrong with me. It was the typical ‘you’re a freak and we need to figure this out’ talk really. He wanted me to get a flu vaccine, something I won’t do, and in explaining why (I don’t keep immunities and even with vaccines, I can get something repeatedly, over and over … like chicken pox) he said I really need to find out what’s causing this.
Thing is, I’ve always been this way. I’ve had those shots you get to start school four times, once when I was four years old and then with each pregnancy so my babies would have some sort of protection. I’ve had chicken pox more times than I can count. Most times it’s very mild with every few years being a bit more in terms of how many pox I get, but … I’ve always been this way. Wonderboy is this way as well. They first thought I (and Wonderboy) was allergic to the virus that causes chicken pox but since have said it’s because I don’t hold my immunities. I’m not sure I see this as pressing because, as I keep saying, I’ve always been this way. I dunno.
I’ll think about it later.
After my appointment we finished (crossing fingers) Christmas shopping. We wanted to take advantage and have another fun ‘date’ day since those are so extremely rare for us! We were at the check out in the first store when my phone started up. A couple of my kids were having a super ugly and heated fight that left one crying and the other threatening to call the cops. It was a huge he-said-she-said thing. I tried to ignore my phone while at the checkout and kept sending it to voice mail. I did that for eight phone calls in a very short time! I didn’t know what was doing on at the time but I figured they were fighting and I’d deal with it once in the car.
So they started calling Mike’s phone.
It was so frustrating and sudden I wanted to scream right there at the checkout. The woman ringing us up decided she’d help us save money and actually figured out how to save us $140 off our purchase total! I could have hugged her on the spot. She also gave us a TON of clothing boxes to make the wrapping go faster. I think she was more excited about this than we were, almost dancing at the register when she saw how much she’d saved us. She retires this weekend. Hope she has an amazing retired life of whatever she wants to do. (Couldn’t think of any other way to say that.)
Anyway, I finally talked to the kids once I was in the car. I managed to get them mad at me in record time without ever raising my voice or saying a single ugly thing. I think it set a record actually, it happened so fast. They each wanted me to side with them … and they both know I don’t play that way. Put a real downer on the rest of our day as we kept thinking about it while shopping. FOR OUR KIDS, MIND YOU! FOR THE SAME ANGRY FIGHTING KIDS!
Ugh.
Once we were home one kid had calmed down but the other? Oh, people, it’s a wonder I didn’t drop kick him to the moon last night. I get that he’s having a hard time right now but that’s no excuse, no reason to take it out on everyone else and make sure they’re not happy either. I finally told him I was done talking, that I was going to sit down and play my game (playing through Dragon Age 2 currently …. LOVE IT!) and put the day behind me. He stormed off spewing more ugly but, for now, I think it’s subsided. “Now” being after noon on Wednesday. Oof!
I was gone most of the day yesterday so my house is a wreck. I’ve got a bed full of presents to wrap and it’s a very gloomy day. Haven’t seen the sun even once today. Suppose I should get busy and clean up so I can play my game tonight.