It's so much pressure to know how to start off a blog but I figured I'd try to give a really bad day a bit of my descriptive humor in order to shake it off. Besides, there are no followers and by the time I have any, who ever bothers to scroll to the beginning of it all?
So, I'm 22 weeks pregnant with my third child, I'm getting ready to move from Michigan to Texas and I have an arm full of poison ivy. Not just irritating red rash poison ivy; nasty, huge, weeping blisters covering my entire forearm. I gave in today and called my OB for some medication. Isn't it a bit interesting how the phone nurses and my midwives take over all heath care during a pregnancy. As if they become general practitioners! We moved an hour away about 6 months ago but use the same OB practice and family doctor so keep in mind it's an hour drive to any appointments.
Call 1 Phone Nurse: Did you try your general practitioner? No, okay well, let me check with your midwife to see what she wants to do.
Call 2 PN: We're going to call in the steroid pack for you and we have the number.
Call 3 PN: They said the steroid pack are on back order.....that means they aren't even making the steroid packs right now. Let me check with your midwife to see what she wants to do.
Call 4 NEW PN: The midwife said you need to call your general practitioner to get the shot.
Call 5 ME: Can I get in to see the doc to get this steroid shot. PN at family doctor: we're closed today, can you come at 2:45 tomorrow. ME: Yes, do you have the shot there? PN: Hold please. PN: No, we don't offer the shot here.
Call 6 ME leaving message: NO shots, no drugs, where do I go, what do I do. (I'm nearly in tears because I'm at work and I've spent my entire morning dealing with this).
I then realize that it's ridiculous that no pharmacies from here to an hour away have this medication.
Call 7 ME leaving message: I called three pharmacies locally and they all have the steroid packs. Please call in a script.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, really hungry for lunch but need to use my lunch to pick up script, waiting, waiting, waiting, STARVING.
Call 8 Pharmacist at Walgreens: Oh yeah, that's ready for you to pick up!
Some other blog rant will include my thoughts on how every person you encounter has their own remedy and ideas...this includes poison ivy as well as pregnancy and the combination of the two.
Later....home with the family. I'm always greeted with shouts of MOMMY and big huge hugs and kisses. Today, Olivia (my four and a half year old) comes up and says, "so how's that arm of yours doing?"
The kids recently discovered Yo Gabba Gabba on streaming Netflix (thanks to dad). Holy bizarro show! I love bizarre. For example, I love Adventure Time on Cartoon Network but this show is WEIRD! It was sort of a Halloween epsidoe and Olivia says, "look daddy, I'm a zombie!" He tells her she's moving way too fast and needs to drag a foot. He then proceeds to demonstrate. Then the 21 month old says, "I a zombie!" About two minutes later, Olivia is on the floor on all fours dragging a leg and proclaiming she's a DOG zombie. This cracked us up.
I just wanted a little Diet Red Pop to end the evening and that turned into an ant-tastic dance in the kitchen between my husband Nick, me, a dust buster, lots of dirty dishes and a dishwasher (also full of ants). After sucking the ants up and filling the dishwasher, I uncap the red pop, grab some ice and pour. When I lift the CAP to put it on the bottle, two ants jump out at me. These buggers are the big black ones and they are FAST! I yell and Nick says, 'you picked up that cap, didn't you." Hey Buddy! Nice trick! How was that a good trick. We're still debating whether the ants can crawl out of the dustbuster which he proceeded to plug back into the charger in the laundry room instead of emptying it. I bet you can guess which opinion I have about it!
