In a nutshell, this week was just as challenging as last week, just in a different way. I think I blogged on Tuesday about happiness and lots of other positive things, and all of that is still very true for me and I am extremely grateful. However, that didn't seem to be able to take the sting away from the reality I faced this week. And yes, things could have been way worse, but man oh man - I am ready for a good week!!
Tuesday evening I started coming down with some sort of "lady parts" issue which warranted a call to my doctor and a quick little prescription pick up. Took it and hoped for the best. Really, really, really hoped for the best. Then, in the middle of the night Tuesday, I woke up to find that I had been bitten by a spider (or some other bug) pretty bad on my left index finger. In fact, pretty bad to the extent that it woke me up out of a sound sleep because the pain was throbbing and my finger swelled so big so fast that the pressure of it was more than my sleeping body could deal with. I thought nothing of it and went back to sleep. I figured I had other (more important) infections to think about. Anyway, by Wednesday afternoon, it was clear that the best I had hoped for wasn't happening, as I woke up sick - as in chills, feeling generally awful, and not being able to eat. In addition, my finger had swelled to three times the normal size and was beet red, bordering on purple. Little fang marks perfectly in tact. Damn you, spider! And the amount of pain I was in indicated something was really up. So I waddled around getting the kids ready for camp, doing my absolute best to avoid sitting, walking, and or using my left hand at all. Yup, the one handed, waddling nanny who can still do it all. Just kidding. I'd like to keep both my arms, please. I then somehow actually drove them to camp, though I can't say I remember how - simply because I was in THAT much pain. I made plans for a family member to take the kids so I could run to the doctor (no appointment until 5pm) to get myself all fixed up. I spent the day at the movies and generally just slugging myself around willing myself to feel better.
Sidenote. On Wednesday an Thursday, my boss's movie was filmed at the house, which I know, sounds really fun and cool. And the idea is until the reality sets in and 89 people are shoved in your house and take over like they live there and bring in all of their equipment and actors, and they like to start very early in the morning (talking before 6am here!) and end very late at night (think midnight). Now, the girls were both very excited about all this chaos in their house, but it made it nearly impossible to be here with them, as most parts of the house weren't accessible such as their bedrooms and bathrooms and the kitchen. Pretty imperative rooms when you're dealing with a 4 and 5 year old. And normally maybe I would have been up for all the commotion, but with how I was feeling it was taking everything I had not to curl up in a ball and weep from the pain. You get the picture. Lots of people, me not feeling well, kids being difficult, etc.
So I make it through most of the day Wednesday and went to the doctor (big thanks to my boss's mom for taking the kids for an hour!) and after one of the most painful situations, I walked out with (this time) the right prescriptions (or so I hoped) and I was sent on my way. So I made my way back the house, prescriptions in hand (and the hope for a pain free day tomorrow) to face the film crew and all the chaos, as they were filming until 10 that night. My boss then let me know that she was going to let me go home for the night because one of us needed to sleep. First though, I had to get the girls down to sleep - up in their bedroom while they filmed a movie directly below. Piece of cake, right? Hardly.
To save time and energy (my finger is still swollen and thus I am typing without my left index finger), I will skip ahead to the highlights. Because my boss was home, Z decided it was time to test some more boundaries and proceeded to throw the world's largest, most dramatic temper tantrum ever thrown by an almost 6-year-old. I am talking, screaming, crying, kicking, throwing herself out of bed, forcing herself to vomit, kicking me, etc. You get the idea. Meanwhile, they are filming a scene downstairs that is relatively quiet and they could all hear everything. So if any of you go to see a movie in about 6 months and you hear the faint sound of a child screaming in the background, thats Z. The famous tantrum girl. She'll love it! Anyway, all of this resulted in me going back to the basics of "sleep training" and walked her back to bed 16, 675 times in 45 minutes and then sat outside the bedroom door while she cried herself to sleep. Awesome - Nanny of the Year Award over here. Luckily it only lasted a few minutes and she passed out. Poor Monkey was so tired she well asleep right away and slept through everything. Probably for the better because had she been awake Z would have worked her up too and it would have been tantrum squared, which isn't un. Anyway, home I went.
So I woke up Thursday really hoping that things would start to pick up for me. My "lady parts" issue was on the mend (thank you God, and Glaxosmithkline) but my finger had reached an all new level of swollen. After waddling the kids off to camp for the third day in a row, I went to the doctor (for the third day in a row) and had them take a look. One glance with a lot more poking and prodding than I would have preferred, and they diagnosed me with a spider bite. Yes people, I know, hence why I am here. They decided it was infected and prescribed antibiotics. They then decided it was a great time to take blood for an annual blood test, which led to more poking and prodding. By this time, I'd had enough. I picked up yet another prescription (the pharmacist commented on seeing my 3 days in a row) and headed home to my house to sleep (film crew still at my work house) and dose myself full of medicine in hopes of falling into a drug-induced slumber and waking up to find that my body had healed itself in 75 minutes, or at least before 2pm camp pick-up.
So fast forward to today, Friday. I will say I am feeling much better, though not awesome because the side effects of all of the things I am taking combined is pretty bad. But honestly, I am thankful for eastern medicine at times like this because I woud have done just about anything to feel better again. I can now walk without so much waddling and my finger, though still swollen, is throbbing less. So aside from a bunch of nasty side effects, I am thankful to be feeling better. And it's Friday which means one more day and the weekend is mine! The upside is aside from the exorcism tantrum the other night, the girls have sensed me not feeling well and have been really sweet and loving. Tonight we all climbed in bed to watch a movie before bed and THEY were the ones that reminded me it was 7pm. Yes folks, that's when you know the nanny is tired - when the kids remind her it's time to go to bed. Thank God it's Friday. Tomorrow can't come soon enough!
I will write something with wit and substance just as soon as I sleep a little and feel a little more human. In the meantime, it's bedtime.
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