A plague has been visited upon my family (long, whiny)

[lorene]

This isn’t important enough for the Pit, but…goddamn.

A couple of months ago, it became apparent that my father-in-law needed hip replacement surgery. After much back-and-forth and consultation of calendars and doctors’ schedules and family needs, the date was set for November 20, the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. My in-laws provide 1-1/2 days of daycare for my two children, so my husband and I happily made arrangements to cover the days they would not be able to do.

On November 19, the hospital called and postponed his surgery. The new date they gave him was November 29, the Thursday after Thanksgiving.

OK, this wasn’t ideal, as it meant re-arranging the precariously-arranged rides and childcare and husband’s siblings who were wanting to fly in for the surgery, but we all rolled with it.

On the evening of November 26, I became quite ill. Up all night, in pain, vomited a few times. Went to the hospital the following day and—surprise!—my appendix was close to bursting and I needed it out that day. I had it out and went home the following day, still in pain and with doctor’s orders to rest as much as possible and always have someone at home to help me with the kids.

Except that my husband had to keep leaving the house, first to bring his Dad to the hospital and, later, to bring his Mom to visit his Dad. The past 4 days have royally sucked for all of us, with Friday and today being the worst—primarily because there were a lot of obligations on us and very little help.

I’ve been looking forward to tomorrow, when my kids can return to daycare and I can finally sleep undisturbed and try to feel better. The poor kids (who are 3 and 5) just don’t understand why we have been less able to get out and do things and why their parents are so goddamned cranky.

Oh, but guess what…as of 2 hours ago, it looks like my daughter has pink eye, in which case she CAN’T go to daycare, and my husband will have to take yet another day off and bring her to the doctor. And my son seems to have some sort of croupy cough today, so we might as well bring him along as well.

I’m pretty sure my head is going to explode.

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@lorene

This isn’t important enough for the Pit, but…goddamn.

A couple of months ago, it became apparent that my father-in-law needed hip replacement surgery. After much back-and-forth and consultation of calendars and doctors’ schedules and family needs, the date was set for November 20, the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. My in-laws provide 1-1/2 days of daycare for my two children, so my husband and I happily made arrangements to cover the days they would not be able to do.

On November 19, the hospital called and postponed his surgery. The new date they gave him was November 29, the Thursday after Thanksgiving.

OK, this wasn’t ideal, as it meant re-arranging the precariously-arranged rides and childcare and husband’s siblings who were wanting to fly in for the surgery, but we all rolled with it.

On the evening of November 26, I became quite ill. Up all night, in pain, vomited a few times. Went to the hospital the following day and—surprise!—my appendix was close to bursting and I needed it out that day. I had it out and went home the following day, still in pain and with doctor’s orders to rest as much as possible and always have someone at home to help me with the kids.

Except that my husband had to keep leaving the house, first to bring his Dad to the hospital and, later, to bring his Mom to visit his Dad. The past 4 days have royally sucked for all of us, with Friday and today being the worst—primarily because there were a lot of obligations on us and very little help.

I’ve been looking forward to tomorrow, when my kids can return to daycare and I can finally sleep undisturbed and try to feel better. The poor kids (who are 3 and 5) just don’t understand why we have been less able to get out and do things and why their parents are so goddamned cranky.

Oh, but guess what…as of 2 hours ago, it looks like my daughter has pink eye, in which case she CAN’T go to daycare, and my husband will have to take yet another day off and bring her to the doctor. And my son seems to have some sort of croupy cough today, so we might as well bring him along as well.

I’m pretty sure my head is going to explode.

Been there, done that, wore out the t-shirt.

You’ll pull through.

[Baker]

Geez, I think it’s enough for the Pit.

I’m sorry hear about your troubles. I was in the hospital over Thanksgiving myself. I thought I’d get out the Sunday before, but they liked my company so much they kept me!

I wish there was something I could do to help, like with rides or sitting or something. If you feel up to it, let us know how it goes.

[lorene]

@Baker

Geez, I think it’s enough for the Pit.

I’m sorry hear about your troubles. I was in the hospital over Thanksgiving myself. I thought I’d get out the Sunday before, but they liked my company so much they kept me!

I wish there was something I could do to help, like with rides or sitting or something. If you feel up to it, let us know how it goes.

Thanks,** Baker**. ETA: I hope you’re feeling better from whatever ailed you.

Little Girl most definitely has pinkeye in both eyes, so we’re waiting for the pediatrician’s office to open. Little Boy was actually well enough to go to daycare today, thank goodness. And today is my final day on the antibiotics, so hopefully the nausea and associated stomach symptoms will subside soon. (Yes, I have been taking yogurt with them. No, it hasn’t helped).

Me so sleepy…