Remember how I've been paranoid that there's something wrong? I've had this nagging feeling that something is up with me. I went in to the doc convinced the crazy allergic reaction I had to the adhesive was infected, or the incision itself was infected. My doctor has assured me over and over again things are healing just fine. (I swear, I'm really not that much of a hypochondriac) I just wasn't pacified with this.
I turned out to be right! Yesterday morning I woke up not feeling well. I thought it was just a cold, or the stomach flu, or something... but then it got worse. And worse. The pain was unbearable. I went to the Urgent Care. There's a massive infection. An infection they can't locate. Perhaps my kidneys? Perhaps an abscess under my diaphragm? We don't know! But there is something wrong- and the pain is definitely real. The fact that I've only had one slice of bread in 48 hours is also acutely real. It's so nice to know you're not crazy. And maybe a little psychic?
And to top last night off- the husband ran his crap car into a median and the airbags deployed. Making fixing the car way more than the car is worth. Well, if that isn't just icing on my cake of misery.
These antibiotics had better start working asap. Because I'm beginning to think this is the year of doom. (way to be an optimist!) No, really! Think about it!
Jan. Bunny crashes and has her front teeth extracted.
Jan. I have the worst c-section ever.
(but I get Little man, which makes up for that one, at least)
Feb. My grandfather passes away quite suddenly and traumatically.
Mar. I contract a crazy infection.
Mar. The husband ruins the car.
I'm afraid to ask what will come next- and it's only March! From now on I need to start collecting some good luck. Any ideas? I've got a four leaf clover necklace- but I refuse to carry around a rabbit's appendage. (real or faux)