Jayna is getting better...but not without first getting worse. She had a recheck yesterday. Her ears were worse, but the RSV was pretty much gone. We've begun weaning her off the breathing treatments. I mentioned to the doctor that Jayna was having severe diarrhea multiple times a day because of the omnicef antibiotic. Since it wasn't really making her ears better anyway, the doctor said that we just go to antibiotic shots. Yes, she has to get shots, but only 2 or 3. Instead of horrible diarrhea for 10 DAYS!! We're talking 4 or 5 exploding diapers a day here, folks. She was eventually going to get dehydrated. So we did the shots. As soon as they gave her her first round of shots, I immediately regretted agreeing to the shots. It was seriously painful for me to watch. She was already fussy because her ears hurt and she was hungry and tired. And she just wanted me to hold her. But I had to lay her on that table and let the nurse give her the shots. Just terrible.
She had another recheck and round of shots today...I made Chris take her. There is NO WAY I was going to be able to handle 2 days in a row of shots. He took her and she got a good report! Her ears are MUCH better (so much better, in fact, that she may not need her last antibiotic shot) and we can continue to wean her off the breathing treatments. By Tuesday she'll be in the clear for the RSV!! Yay!
It seems that I've screwed with karma in one way or another. Jayna has been very sick. Chris may have to have tubes in his ears again. My bank account is suffering. Yesterday after I took Jayna to the doctor she needed her breathing treatment at Summer's. About 30 minutes after I dropped her off, Summer called and said that the power was out in her complex. Great. Chris had to leave work and give Jayna her treatment. And by the time he got back, the power was back on.
This morning I went out to start the car and it wouldn't start. I tried everything...turning the wheel both ways and trying to start it, making sure it was in gear, pulling and resetting the parking brake, pushing the brake pedal...nothing worked. So I called Chris and he basically told me to try everything I'd already tried. No offense, Chris, but that wasn't really helpful. I told him he needed to come home and fix it. So he was on his way...but he continually said, "I know it's the steering wheel. It's locked. You've really gotta jerk it." (haha). And I kept saying, "I AM...AND IT ISN'T WORKING. SAY SOMETHING HELPFUL!!"
So after I hung up the phone, I very calmly put Jayna sitting in her crib with some toys and very calmly walked out to the car and very calmly opened the door and very calmly sat down in the driver's seat and very calmly put the key in the ignition and very calmly tried to turn it. Nothing. And I lost it. Had the steering wheel of the car been a living thing, it wouldn't be any longer. I took out months of frustration on that steering wheel. Multiple obscenities poured out of my mouth. I punched and hit and slapped and jerked and I'm not even sure that at that moment I cared if I did further damage. I was just so effin' pissed that the damn thing wouldn't turn on!! So I beat the living shit out of it. And cursed at it and kicked and threw a fit. And then I very calmly sat back in the seat, very calmly took a few deep breaths and very calmly turned the key. BINGO!! Turns out I just needed to show it who's boss. And now my hands are sore and probably internally bruised. But all that tension in my neck and shoulders...gone. Huh.
I went back into the house, got Jayna and headed for the door and when I got to the living room the dogs were going crazy over someone at the door. It was the guy across the street.
Guy: Are you okay? Are you having car problems?
Me: Not anymore. I seem to have fixed it for now.
Guy: Well, are you okay? My mom said she heard some swear words from our house and told me to come over and check on you. That was a hell of a freak out moment there.
Me: Yeah, been a long week.
Guy: Enough said. If you ever need car help, just ask.
Me: Or I could just kick the car's ass again...
Guy: Yeah, that's more fun.
So, things may turn around. Anything else want an ass kickin? Mess with me, I dare you...
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