Today. Oy. I'm exhausted, I'm in pain and I am not looking forward to getting up early tomorrow to haul my ass down to Bellevue for outpatient (yep, I'm in, had my intake
So those aches I thought were my anxiety hangover yesterday? They only got worse. Last night was awful, tossing and turning with my heating pad on all night fighting chills and aches. This morning and all day I've had some of the worst headaches of my life.
I thought flu. Great. How am I supposed to do outpatient with the flu?
Then I noticed my boob was horribly tender.
It's sucks butt. I have never felt my body so achy so fast, even worse than the swine flu. And to boot I have a huge new bottle of pills to take 4x a day for 10 days that may or may not give me or the babe diarrhea. Whoopee! Just what I need to spice up life, right? Pills pills pills. At least I should feel better. I'm just so wore out with all this "get better" stuff on top of "get better" stuff, need more "just be" and "I'm actually good right now."
|Yeah. I was sure a happy camper at urgent care.|
|The hubs called the new pills "Star Treky" due to the|
cool turquoise color.
Not the sort of "cherry on top" that I needed to my hard times. Not at all...
Not quite sure how I'll manage to get to outpatient by 8:30 AM and pump often enough to keep the mastitis duct from plugging and take all my pills and eat enough and get better enough to be on my own in a couple weeks... but I have to stop thinking of all that and just do it. One foot in front of the other, baby steps.
Here goes. *pouty face*