Instead of going to work today and getting Valentine’s gifts delivered by my husband, I’m at home. On the couch. Wishing I could die.
Ok, so maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but I’m pretty darn miserable. It all started last night when my sinuses began acting up. I figured it was the beginnings of a sinus infection (which I get quite often), and went to bed hoping a good night’s rest would help me feel a little bit better.
But, when I woke up this morning, I felt worse. I really wanted to put off going to the doctor until tomorrow since Lucy’s babysitter is sick, too, but I was miserable enough that I decided it was worth it to go with the girl who fusses.
As is usually the case, Lucy was great for a while, and then she got tired of being restrained in her stroller and started to fuss. And fuss. And fuss. I finally gave in and took her out and, as soon as I did, they called me back. Because that’s exactly how it happens, right?
Back in the stroller she went, and let me tell you, the girl was NOT happy. She had a meltdown while I sat and had my blood pressure taken and the nurse glared at her (which was after a woman in the waiting room glared at her for fussing). She’s a baby, people. Deal with it. My blood pressure? 146/90. Not really surprising.
I finally saw the nurse practitioner and expected to be sent on my merry way with my usual prescription for a sinus infection. Nope. She took one look at my throat and said, “Yep, you’ve got strep.” She offered to do a test but said that since I had white bumps all over my throat, she was going to treat me anyway.
Sigh. So, I’ve been on the couch all day because I’m nauseous and just feeling miserable all over. Lucy’s been allowed to watch as much PBS Kids as she wants. I know. I’m “Mother of the Year”. But, when you’re sick and have no energy and just want to sleep, what are you going to do? At least she watched educational shows. 🙂
Tonight, Joe and I will celebrate Valentine’s Day by exchanging gifts (his will be unwrapped since it needed to go in a card, and I was planning on buying said card today until, you know, I got diagnosed with strep) while sitting a good distance away from each other so I don’t get him sick. Romantic, I know. At least we went out to dinner on Saturday night.
Next year, we will fulfill this year’s Valentine’s night plans of having a romantic, candlelight dinner at Waffle House. Because that’s how we roll, and how many other people can say that’s where they had their romantic dinner? Next year.