How has it been a WEEK since I last posted?!? I cannot believe how busy I am now that I have started working again. For the bloggers that work full time, have kids, and still post a lot – you are super women! Seriously. Hell, even if you don’t have kids and you work and post I’m impressed because ::yawn:: all I want to do at the end of the day is sit on my ass.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. For reals. I get up at 6:30, take a shower, towel dry my hair, brush my teeth, put on makeup, get dressed, wake up Nut, get her dressed, turn the TV on for her, get her milk and some breakfast, blow dry and do my hair, wake up Bug, get him dressed, get him some milk and breakfast, get them loaded in the car and dropped off at my mom’s all before 7:30. Yeah. I get tired thinking about the fact that I have to do that routine all over again in oh….. 6.5 hours.
I’m happy to report they are doing GREAT at my mom’s though, although I do think I am sensing some resentment towards me. They are happy as clams to see when I walk in… for a total of maybe five minutes and then the whining kicks in. It continues as I’m strapping them in their car seats, during the entire drive home, and then the entire time I try to fix dinner. Generally they will take a break long enough to eat their supper and then waaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh all over again through bath and bedtime routine. I think it’s their way of telling me they’re pissed.
As for work, it’s going well. Or at least as well as four days worth of computer based HIPAA training can go. I am a speed reader though so I tend to be the first to finish and we can’t move on until the whole class is done. That can get a bit monotonous. I sat yesterday for hours. Literally. I met some fun girls that sit near me luckily so we’re keeping one another entertained as best we can. My only issue is that I can’t stop coughing. No, really. I cough all fucking day long. And then I cough some more. And oh wait, just when you look at a clock and think Gee, tuberculosis over there hasn’t coughed in five minutes, I then hack some more. Like a cat with a damn hairball. Raking, whole body coughs that cause me to gag and more often than not, piss myself. Thank you lasting souvenir from child birth. Panty liners are a girl’s – or a least a girl that had two kids in 18 months and pees herself if the wind blows wrong – best friend.
Not to be old and bitch about my health… well okay, that’s a lie because I’m going to…. but I am still feeling shitty from when I got sick at the end of August. I finally got in with my allergist tonight and it turns out I’m not even sick. What.the.hell. All it is is asthma. I’ve never had my asthma bother me like this, usually it just flairs up if I actually am sick. But this? Nah. Apparently ragweed – which is the thing I am most allergic too – is at an all time record high. Oh yay. Isn’t that lucky?!? What is it the youngin’s say; FML? Yeah. FML. Suck it allergies. Suck it weeds. Su—erm.
What was I saying?
Oh yes. The allergist. True to his usually medicine happy self, I was given a steroid shot, an IV drip of steroids, AND a breathing treatment filled with – you guessed it! – more steroids! I was also given a high dose of Prednisone (yet again, a steroid) and instructions to take 4-6 puffs of my inhaler ever 3 hours as needed. Holy hell. This was all after 6pm; it’s 12:15 right now and I’m high as a flippin’ kite. My face is tingling. Literally. I have so many steroids coursing through my veins, I’m too buzzy to sleep. Don’t get me wrong, I’m exhausted, I just can’t calm down.
On a very random side note… do you think I’ll get Roid Rage? Hmmmm….