Going Away

Well, at least part of me gets to go away. Not really on vacation though!

I went to my Rheumatologist today for my follow-up (I go every three months now), and he wants to put me on an immune-suppressant drug. However, in order to go on the drug, I have to have a blood test. This is no ordinary-run-of-the-mill test. No siree bob. I had no idea that stuff like this went on. (A little deeper thought and it all makes sense, but carrying on . . . ) They have to test my blood for a specific enzyme before I go on the drug protocol. It turns out that if you are lacking said enzyme, you don't process the drug properly, which leads to bone marrow toxicity. YUM.

So. Said test. Ya, only performed by one doctor in the lower mainland, at one hospital, (where I was today), and only on a Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday. What day is it today? That's right, it's Thursday. Good counting jack. That means I have to wait for next week. Why only M - W, you ask? Well that would be because my blood, once drawn, gets to fly to the Mayo Clinic for the actual blood test. If they draw it on a thursday or friday, by the time it's flown there and waits over the weekend, apparently the blood is bad, and they can't use it. So. Have to book another babysitter, because I am not taking two little kids that far to a hospital just to watch me have blood taken. NOPE. Not happening. Oh, and I was told to call a day in advance, because there is a special "kit" they have to have ready for me. Wonder what that means? How special can this blood test be? What is so different about it that they need a "kit"? WEIRD. But then again, that word just describes my whole medical history right there!

GOING.COMPLETELY.INSANE

That is how I feel. And I probably am. DH is working insane hours. Which leaves me as a single parent. I can handle it on short term basis, like one or two nights in a week. But so far he's worked 8 days straight, and 5 of those have been 15 hour days. The week before that, he'd worked three 15 hour days. This week it'll be M-F and then he's working Sat and Sun. In fact, not counting today, he's working the next 18 days straight. So that's 26 in a row!

Needless to say, I'm exhausted, my IBS has ramped up, the healthy eating is maybe half of the time, and I am getting little to no exercise, because by the time he's home at 9:30, I'm going to bed, not the gym, and our gym doesn't open before 7 am, and he leaves at 5:30. Not that I would get up that early to walk on a treadmill, or anything, just saying.

The fatigue is back about 90%. The canker sores are back, I have about 10. Not completely sure because the one on my lips in the corner of my mouth makes it hard to open all the way. No I'm not kidding, they've apparently migrated out of my mouth onto my lips.

Oh, and Diva Daughter has decided it would be fun to slowly drive mommy completely crazy. Besides having a screaming fit if I walk more than 5 feet away from her, she has taken to throwing things and fits if she doesn't get her way. I am in completely uncharted waters here. DS never acted like she is. Last sunday, while getting ready to go to my parents, she threw her yogurt clear across the kitchen because she was mad that I'd put her in her highchair. She wanted to sit in one of our kitchen chairs. She got put in her crib instead. When I called Dad to tell him she was the reason we'd be late, and let him hear her, he asked what I'd done. DH thought she sounded like a cat. She was just screaming so loud.

On wednesday, she decided she didn't want the juice I'd given her at lunch, and while I went up to the bathroom, she dumped it all over her tray of her highchair, and was splashing in it when I got back down. V8 Splash all over my kitchen. Again, to her crib. Again with the screaming at me.

Then, the other day, she wanted the cup DS had of milk. She decided she didn't want the princess one she had anymore. When he wouldn't give her his cup of milk, she threw hers at him. The lid popped off, and 8 oz of milk flew over two couches, the rug, and a pile of folded CLEAN laundry. Again, to her crib, and again with the screaming. And this time with me sobbing while I sopped up whole milk from every surface of my living room.

Luckily, she actually will stay with other people, but not many are offering! LOL. She stayed with a friend for a couple of hours today while I took DS to a field trip, and didn't put up a fuss about me leaving at all. Her problem just seems to be at home, and nothing I do seems to help. I can't even go to the bathroom without her whining that I'm not in the room.


YES, I am whining. This is my blog, and I'll whine if I want to. It's better to get it out here and whine than to let it build up so I can't handle the kids. I'm almost there anyway. LOL. I offered them to their grandmother, free of charge. For some reason she said no, she'd prefer to visit. I have absolutely NO idea why????? LOL!