About half way through work Saturday, I noticed my throat was getting sore. I figured a cold was coming. Sure enough I woke up Sunday with a head full of snot. I remembered my OBGYN said Tylenol cold was the thing to take so when I got to work I looked for some. It was recalled a year ago. I’m hoping I just remembered incorrectly.
Anyway, I looked it up when I got home and bought sudafed, the nothing fancy version they make ecstasy out of, the next day.
Pat: Don’t go making ecstasy out of that.
Me: I won’t. Wait if this stuff makes me feel better, that will be ecstasy. Does that count?
It’s mostly working as long as I remember to take it every 4-6 hours. But when I woke up this morning and I hadn’t taken any in about 9 hours… let’s just say feeling like death warmed over would have been an improvement. Luckily it’s starting to kick in so I’m doing better than I was.
I haven’t posted about my shoulder recently. I’m out of physical therapy. I’m done with doctor appointments every two weeks. I’m riding it out. I’m also back on lane and while it hurts, I’m actually happy to be there. Besides, the day goes so much faster on lane.
The kids love the bunk beds, but there is a catch. See up until, well, last night, Luke was in a crib. And while he could have climbed out, he didn’t really bother trying. Last night I was up until 1am chasing him back into bed every 15 minutes. I was not a happy momma. It didn’t help that Pat didn’t have what it took to go up and down the stairs every 15 so he had him on the futon until I got home at around 11. So technically it was only a 2 hour battle but it started late. This is going to be a long discipline process. Knowing dad, Luke was woken at around 5-6am this morning so this might be a long crabby day. It hasn’t started out so great so…
I have a meds appointment and therapy today. I’m toying with rescheduling both based on feeling like crap. But I know if I reschedule meds, it’ll be 3-4 weeks before I can get back in. Though since I’m not currently on any meds, that might not be the end of the world. But I’m going to suck it up and go. I have ultrasound pics to show off anyways.
Yes, a long crabby day with the 3yo. *sigh*