I'm fighting an infection and feel horrible, so I head out to the dr. (this was last week), who decides we should probably try some stong doses. Sounds good to me because I HATE being sick, and I have a 4 year old in preschool 3 days a week.
At first, I was fine on the meds, but I had reactions to one of them. So, I'm in pain, topped by the reaction -- not allergy, but still far from pleasant. This started over the weekend, and I couldn't get in touch with the dr, given that it was the weekend.
Monday morning...
him: i want to go hunting.
me: i'd rather you not go until i get through to the dr and get this stuff out of my system. i don't mind you going after it's pretty much out of my system, but i feel awful and don't want to be left alone with the 4 yr old.
{I'm still taking him to and picking him up after school, but my tummy is in knots, and eating is not a good plan at this point.}
~Mom heads out to drop son at school, comes straight home to lie down
Monday afternoon, Mom heads out to get son from school and run an errand, still feeling horrible with evil meds in system, having been unable to reach dr so far
~Mom returns home to...
him: i called Dad. we're leaving tomorrow when i get up.... i was only waiting for a call from ___ before i called him. we'll be back sometime friday.
