Lovely photo isn’t it? This is just a hint of the chaotic weekend I spent in and out of various doctors offices. Nothing to serious, just 3 separate and demanding medical issues that had the potential to be deadly… Well my problem is not immediately deadly, more like a slow death. Though both The Hubster and my Slacker Brother were in considerably more immediate and worrisome danger.

(Wavy lines) Do do do do. Do do do do… Friday at 2 pm, the kids are climbing the walls of my doctor’s office. 2:10 pm We are singing our 20th verse of ‘the Wheels on the Bus.’ 2:20 I am begging the girls to stop fishing around in the sharps container. 2:30 I am fishing around in the sharps container hoping one of the used syringes has some left over sedatives. 2:48 the doctor finally comes in. The good and bad thing about my doctor is that she will talk and she will listen. She will stay in the room with you for 20, 30, 40 minutes - what ever it takes to start you getting well, ease your mind and answer all of your questions. This is fantastic unless you are waiting for her to finish doing the above things for the person whose appointment was before you.

Yes, my hormone levels are in the toilet but apparently they are not the source of my problem! Despite being abysmally low, they are in a good ratio to one another so they should not be the cause of my symptoms. Instead she thinks it’s something called Adrenal Fatigue… Its caused by stress (is anyone surprised?). I have to start a 6 month supplement program (not covered by my insurance of course). After a month I should begin to feel better if this is indeed the problem. Additionally I need to cut down on any stress that I do have control over (hmmm MY BROTHER???).

As soon as I left the office I vowed I would let myself relax more and not feel so upset over the things I haven’t been and cant seem to get done. Now that I have a valid reason for feeling tired, worn out, and foggy I can cut myself some slack. Keeping this promise is harder than it seems though. My appointment having taken so long caused me to have race home grab the hubster and high tail it over to the chiropractor where EVERYONE got adjusted. Poor little Tessa was so far out of alignment I was horrified and yet strangely pleased at the all popping and cracking her tiny body did. The Hubster and I both were a mess in our shoulder area and both were drooling and making embarrassing ohh ahhh noises the whole time.

We strolled out of there feeling good and decided to test the boundaries of childhood patience. My kids had just managed to make it through 2 doctors offices, let’s go for a 3rd. The Hubster has been hack and coughing for 6 weeks and on Friday he started getting dizzy. After being adjusted he was still having some vertigo so we hit the walk in doctor. Ahh yes, the hubster had a sinus infection and was given antibiotics and allergy meds. That night after his first dose of OmniCef (a generally benign antibiotic that even Tessa tolerated at 1 month old) The Hubster’s heart began racing and his chest tightened. 2 am I call the doctor who instructs me to give him Benedryl and if there is any doubt in our minds to head straight for the ER… There is lots of doubt but we wait it out. Saturday morning we hop up out of bed, wake The Slacker and turn our children over to his care. I take The Hubster in for an EKG to make sure the antibiotic didn’t cause any sort of last arythemias and we are fully prepared to head the hospital if need be. Ahh but this is NOT how I ended up with my lovely photo visitors pass.. oh nay, not at all. In fact he was given a clean bill, a referral to a cardiology for a follow up and a new script for antibiotics which he is refusing to fill (I don’t blame him!). No, indeed. Last night I though we could finally breath easy. We know what may be going on with me, The Hubster’s heart is beating normally again and we are all adjusted… Then the phone rings… It’s my Slacker Brother, He’s in the ER with a concussion and a head wound - FUN TIMES! 8:45 pm I have to get dressed and drive downtown to pick him up. I also get to witness the doctors poke around in his wound with needles and then staple his head shut. We’ll not even discuss the trauma of finding a parking spot that is not a 2 mile hike as I did not have the $10 they wanted for VALET parking.. That’s right, they will VALET your car if you come to the ER but you have to PAY - like the $20 they charge for Tylenol couldn’t help pay the salary of a valet.
Here’s The Slacker, note the blood stains

Deep breath in, …….and let it out. Not only am I done with doctors for awhile (please please please) but I am seriously done with stress (I mean I’ll try, sort of… Maybe - who the hell am I kidding?)

You think I can do it right?

PS after spending all weekend turning infected door knobs and swapping sneeze particles with every flu victim in the greater Orlando area I seem to have contracted it myself. At first I tried to blame the achy body on the gym, but when I sneezed so hard my spine felt like it was going to rocket out of my body I accepted my fate.