terrible horrible no good very bad day.
May. 2nd, 2014 07:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geminigirlIt started out not too badly and the latter part of the day is okay too.
Three fourths of the humans in the house have been sick. Andrew was working from home for almost a full week because of the plague, Miriam was home a week and is still dripping from her nose like a faucet, in lovely colors, and I was mildly congested and had a sore throat and a little cough last weekend when suddenly, in the middle of the night, I woke up with ringing and stabbing pain in my ear, and within five hours, I'd gone from stabbing pain and ringing in both ears to a ruptured ear drum on both sides. The doctor who looked in my ears had the kind of shocked look on his face when he looked at me after looking in my ears and throat and wondered how I wasn't dizzy and falling over from the fluid in my ears. I can't hear at the moment because of the ringing, and at three different pitches, too (the left has two pitchs about an octave apart, and the right has one high pitched one-the right ear hears less than the left right now though.) So I said to Andrew last night, "I think I want to run Miriam to the doctor this afternoon-I have an appointment for her next Wednesday for something else, but I want someone to look at her nose."
The morning goes smoothly, then I get ready to leave-my plan was to leave early and stop at CVS for a couple of things and at the knitting store across the street from Miriam's school before I picked her up, and then got Naomi and went to the doctor. I figured after the appointment I'd run over to the other knitting store near the doctor's office for some other stuff. I pick up my things, grab Andrew's phone which he'd forgotten and I said I'd drop off at his office after I picked up the kids, before I went to the doctor (his office and the doctor are opposite directions off the same highway exit, which is also the same exit I take to get home anyway.) Except there's a problem...my key won't open the front door. After fihting with it for a bit and calling Andrew and discovering he's away from his desk, I grab Andrew's phone and text his boss to see if he can track him down. No go, my key won't open the door, no one can find Andrew and I now have to leave if I'm going to get both kids on time. I go out the back door, leaving it closed but unlocked, and traipse through the yard to get to Miriam. And on my way there, I discover I've dropped my cell phone between the back yard and driveway. So I still can't actually reach Andrew, but I'm calling his desk phone just in case-he finally picks up and I unleash my rage. I get Miriam, I get Naomi, Andrew texts his phone which I have via Google Voice and says he's going to go try and find my phone (which he finds in the grass, and I am grateful that he picked out a very sturdy, although ugly LifeProof case for me.)
And the rest of the day had to go better, right? (It did-Miram's doctor's appointment was speedy, we got a snack, dropped off prescriptions, got home, Andy had called and arranged for me to take one of the classes I was interested in, and I am able to spend the rest of the evening in my pajamas. I just wish I could hear again.
Three fourths of the humans in the house have been sick. Andrew was working from home for almost a full week because of the plague, Miriam was home a week and is still dripping from her nose like a faucet, in lovely colors, and I was mildly congested and had a sore throat and a little cough last weekend when suddenly, in the middle of the night, I woke up with ringing and stabbing pain in my ear, and within five hours, I'd gone from stabbing pain and ringing in both ears to a ruptured ear drum on both sides. The doctor who looked in my ears had the kind of shocked look on his face when he looked at me after looking in my ears and throat and wondered how I wasn't dizzy and falling over from the fluid in my ears. I can't hear at the moment because of the ringing, and at three different pitches, too (the left has two pitchs about an octave apart, and the right has one high pitched one-the right ear hears less than the left right now though.) So I said to Andrew last night, "I think I want to run Miriam to the doctor this afternoon-I have an appointment for her next Wednesday for something else, but I want someone to look at her nose."
The morning goes smoothly, then I get ready to leave-my plan was to leave early and stop at CVS for a couple of things and at the knitting store across the street from Miriam's school before I picked her up, and then got Naomi and went to the doctor. I figured after the appointment I'd run over to the other knitting store near the doctor's office for some other stuff. I pick up my things, grab Andrew's phone which he'd forgotten and I said I'd drop off at his office after I picked up the kids, before I went to the doctor (his office and the doctor are opposite directions off the same highway exit, which is also the same exit I take to get home anyway.) Except there's a problem...my key won't open the front door. After fihting with it for a bit and calling Andrew and discovering he's away from his desk, I grab Andrew's phone and text his boss to see if he can track him down. No go, my key won't open the door, no one can find Andrew and I now have to leave if I'm going to get both kids on time. I go out the back door, leaving it closed but unlocked, and traipse through the yard to get to Miriam. And on my way there, I discover I've dropped my cell phone between the back yard and driveway. So I still can't actually reach Andrew, but I'm calling his desk phone just in case-he finally picks up and I unleash my rage. I get Miriam, I get Naomi, Andrew texts his phone which I have via Google Voice and says he's going to go try and find my phone (which he finds in the grass, and I am grateful that he picked out a very sturdy, although ugly LifeProof case for me.)
And the rest of the day had to go better, right? (It did-Miram's doctor's appointment was speedy, we got a snack, dropped off prescriptions, got home, Andy had called and arranged for me to take one of the classes I was interested in, and I am able to spend the rest of the evening in my pajamas. I just wish I could hear again.
