GotchaBaby

It appears that the mysterious virus or whatever is leaving. Only one of L’s ankles hurts today and the fever is about gone. The only thing I can attribute it to is the power of prayer, certainly NOT modern medicine. Although I do give our doc’s office kudos for trying. Yesterday afternoon I did speak with our PA again, and she talked me down off the ledge, listened intently to all of my theories and politely reiterated that they couldn’t treat something they knew so little about, save the CBC info they did get back. When in doublt, just attempt to sleep it off, I suppose.

I got a job offer this morning…..the offer for the job I’ve already been doing. But it was nice to be asked, rather than “told” as in the past, and I was told that the $$ person would be calling me too. Now that the school’s been down an adminstrator for how long, AND another person is gone as well, maybe there’s a raise in my future?!? Not likely. Actually, I’d be happy with more comp time, quite honestly. I’ve blown through all of my time off, so more would be nice. Who knows. Not thinking about it til next year (that gives me, what, a week?).

So far. Because I’ve stopped asking, “what next?”

Sybil turned in her resgination today. After a week of collecting Christmas gifts from the parents and the school board, she turned in her letter and her key. In time *NOT* to work (I think) the days she’d previously volunteered to cover the week of Jan 2nd in the all year room. Nice. Because I have time to deal with that. Actually, I’m not dealing with that.

M is 100% recovered, it seems. She spent this morning with a friend and is down for the count now. L is no better, no worse. Needing to make a plan concerning that, because waiting until sometime next week to go back to the doc’s isn’t sitting well with me. Me? I’m too busy to worry about me!

GOOD THINGS: the shopping is done. the laundry is done. everyone’ s currently asleep. the rain should stop soon. and as my aunt so wisely emailed to me last night , I am putting it in God’s hands. oh, and the school board gave us each TWO bottles of wine. Funny, and oh-so-appropriate. And needed.

Yes, it’s still Thursday, and yes, I’m posting again. Not because I really *want* to, but because I “need” to, if it’s possible that blogging has moved from the luxury to necessities list. I need to get it all out somewhere, and people are busy with Christmas things, so this seems to be the best outlet.

Anyway, Baby Girl is blissfully asleep. She did really well today, even considering we spent a chunk of the afternoon back at the same medical complex where we were this morning with her. Seriously, due to construction, there’s free valet at the hospital/med group and sure enough, at 1:25, I pulled up to drop L off and there was the same valet guy that parked us pre-surgery this morning.

SO….L doesn’t have the flu. Phew. But he’s being tested for things like Lyme disease and rhuematic fever. Seriously. And we’re not certain the tests will be back tomorrow. So we may have to wait til TUESDAY. Tuesday, people. Seriously.

AND….as we are on our way out the door to take L to said health complex, the PA at said office calls me with reports on my girl parts. And they are behaving badly, and I need an GYN. I have avoided GYN’s because they tend to also have the OB part in front of them, and frankly, that does nothing for me. After we consulted with the RE a few years ago and determined we’d be adopting, my GYN issues (which have been few) have always been taken care of by my regular doctor. Til now.

Conveniently, the OB/GYN I’m being referred to is just around the corner from my doc–he’s suite 210, OB/GYN is suite 230. So once L is called back for his appt, Baby Girl (still in her PJ’s) and I go over and introduce ourselves and I get an appt for January 2nd. And conveniently, they give me some paperwork that needs information our family doctor has. So again, while L’s being checked out, I efficiently get some information for myself at the office. And I tell the receptionist that I REALLY hope we won’t be seeing each other til sometime next year.

Once L is finished there, we trek down to the lab for his blood tests, and then go retrieve our car from the valet guy we’ve gotten to know well today. Honestly, all of this has happened in the span of a what, 8 hours??

Again, we’re not dying, it’s not a huge crisis, really, but still. Stack one thing on top of the other, and the tower is bound to wobble a bit, KWIM?