I really can’t handle the unexpected. It just throws me into a tizzy. I really felt like I was going with the flow more after our move and realizing that life has bumps and we just need to flex with them and move on.
I need to work on my flexing.
Today, Paige threw-up at naptime. Then, she proceeded to worship our toilet for a good 10 minutes. There just isn’t much sadder then a tiny puker who just thinks her body is attacking her.
I finally get her calmed down, and her stomach calmed down. I get her a puke bucket and we watch some TV. I talk to her a little. Her head hurts is her main complaint. Nothing really about her stomach. So, I mull it over. I remember my handy dandy strep kit up in my linen closet and I figure I might as well give it a try.
So I do. She is great with the swab, for like 1 nanosecond and then she wants nothing to do with it. The swab looks strep-y to me, but I figure there’s no way it is and I just do my drops of this and that according to the directions. 3 minutes later I’m seeing two lines. I don’t believe it. We do it again, this time Drew helps to pin her down and I plug her nose til’ she opens up nice and big so I can get a good sample. Same results, el positive-o.
And then the rest of the day. Can I get a friend to call it in, should I go to urgent care, what’s the morally responsible thing to do? Where the heck is a good urgent care. Why on earth can’t our pediatrician’s office be open til ‘all hours like UVP was? I dither a whole lot and a good friend finally comes to my rescue.
Of course, in the meantime people want dinner, and me to answer 500 questions and how are they going to get to scouts, and who is going to scouts and oh YM is early and not at the church and I feel like I’m in front of a firing zone and I still feel all frazzled. Just from a little swab.
Well, you can take that swab and shove it… just kidding. I’ve done that too many swabs in my time. 🙂
Anyway, I just want to be more flexible. To go with the flow. I think a big part of this problem is that all things medical are in my “zone” and Drew pretty well ignores that zone. I feel complete responsibility and he is able to just do his thing. Oh, and he was home for MAYBE an hour from 6 am til’ 10 pm. I think he is calling in sick tomorrow so I can go to work. But, then I get a text that maybe he can’t and once again.
Do they have anti-frazzle serum?