I’m sitting all alone in a quiet house.
DadGuy has taken the kids to a waterpark to have some fun.
I can’t go…. because I wasn’t planning on it, and I went on errands today.
Three stores. With four well-behaved children.
And still…. I’m done for the day.
When I do have feeling in my leg, it’s sharp shooting pains from the soles of my feet up through my hip.
And if I don’t have the shooting pains, then I have a dead rubber leg.
So I can’t go to the waterpark, because I barely made it upstairs to the desk.
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I had a soda today. A medium Dr. Pepper from McDonald’s.
I haven’t had a soda in a couple of weeks.
My leg was throbbing, and I had just finished loading all the groceries into the back of the car, and I decided I had earned a treat.
So I got a drink, that I didn’t even finish, because it doesn’t taste good anymore.
Which is lame, because I had decided that my once a week treat would be a Dr. Pepper…. from a fountain.
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It’s Friday night, which at my house means pizza and a movie, with popcorn.
The boys picked Star Wars, and the girls picked Ghostbusters.
BASICALLY, we can’t wrong.
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I had a “fine needle aspiration” on Wednesday. Which is to say, that my lovely, lovely endocrinologist stabbed me with a very fine needle repeatedly in order to get some tissue samples from the growth that has been growing, on my thyroid.
The procedure itself wasn’t bad. But I always have weird reactions to people sucking things out of me with needles. Because I feel like I am being vacuumed from the inside out. I break into a sweat and the room gets dizzy, and then I need to throw up. Even when they’re only taking a teaspoon or so out. IT’S OBNOXIOUS. And afterwards, I felt like I had been punched in the throat. Which, if you have ever BEEN punched in the throat, is not a pleasant feeling.
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I am officially in the Rebif drug program. They sent me a welcome kit. It was very nice, you know, all things considering.
I now have an autoinjector, and a special travel case. Basically, from this point forward, I’m going to be high maintenance whenever I fly on an airplane. AWESOME.
Which, incidentally, was why we had to go to three stores today. Because I needed alcohol swabs to wash off wherever I’m going to be injecting myself. AND I have a journal, so that I can keep track of where I shot myself and rotate accordingly.
I also bought some of those tiny little circle band-aids. (Just in case I’m a bleeder.)
NOW, all I need is the actual medicine, which is also being shipped to my house.
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And that’s pretty much what we’ve done this week.
Here’s a song for you by the DadGuy’s friend, Mr. Shresta. (I like the scarf action Mr. Shresta.)
