Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Wifey-1 Hubs-0

Remember when Squeaks was sick?  It was a couple weeks back.  She had a pretty good fever but that was it.  We didn't rush to the doctor or anything.  We gave her some Tylenol and that was good enough.

Three days later, I was so sick.  I noticed Sunday night that my throat was getting sore. 

Monday morning, my throat was on fire and my entire body ached.  By Monday night, I was shaking with a fever.  To tell you the truth, I have never had the chills and a fever.  It was horrible!  I didn't sleep at all that night.  I was so sore the next morning.  

Tuesday was no better.  I still had a fever, the chills and a super sore throat.  So sore that all I wanted was chicken broth to eat.  I couldn't eat real food because it hurt. 

Wednesday morning I woke up free from the fever but my throat hurt still.  Whatever.  But I noticed this weird bump on the side of my thumb.  I didn't think anything of it.  It was actually similar to a callus I used to have on my thumb from roping.  Did you know I can rope?  I'm pretty handy with a rope y'all.  Anyway, the bump turned into many bumps and it had this weird itchy sensation.  It didn't hurt.  It just bugged.  Mav could barely see them.  He thought I was nuts. 

Of course, it took Mav a matter of seconds to pull out his doctor-groove and get to work on Squeaks.  Me, I had to wait three days for him to eve notice I was sick.  He checked out my throat.  I had something he said, maybe strep and my ears looked weird and my hands, meh.  He said if I didn't feel better by Thursday morning, I should call a real doctor.  

Thursday came.  My throat still hurt.  My hands still had the weird bump-rash-thing.  But now, my feet were having the same weird itchy sensation but no rash.  I went to the doctor.  I really hate it when doctors only talk to my husband about medical school stuff.  It drives me nuts.  I don't mind friendly chatting for about a minute but past that, I feel like I'm being ripped off as a patient.  So the doc and Mav were talking and then she turned to me and said, "What's up?"  I tell her.  She runs a strep test, it comes back negative.  I do have an ear infection.  She isn't sure about the sore throat though.  She tried to write off my hands like I was crazy, just like Mav.  I seriously had to put them in front of her face and scream, "LOOK!"  She takes a look and then I tell her it's happening around my feet too. 

Light bulb!  I could seriously see the light switch flip on. 

She examines me closer.  Tells me to open my mouth one more time.  And she sees it!! 

I had hand-foot-and-mouth!!  

I turn to Mav and say, "Told you so!!"  He laughed at me when I told him prior to that, that I really thought I had hand-foot-and-mouth.  He explained it was a childhood disease, rare in adults.  I know all this.  Squeaks has had hand-foot-and-mouth before, when she was about 16 months old. 

Squeaks might have had this too and gave it to me.  It's weird.  I hear it's going around like crazy though. 

So I diagnosed myself.  Without the help of my almost-a-doctor-husband.  I'm proud of it too.  I know moments like these will not happen often.  Kind of like the one time we were golfing in Seattle and I made a 30 foot putt and he didn't.  Things like that are rare and I'm not about to let him forget about them either. 


Monday, May 14, 2012

Sick Squeaks

Last Thursday, Squeaks and I had an uneventful day.  We didn't do much.

Squeaks was pretty whiny.  Typical two year old, right?  I didn't think much about it.

Thursday night, is Big Bang night.  Mav and I are crazy about The Big Bang Theory.  We love it!  Squeaks loves it too.  She gets up and dances with the theme song.  When we settled down to watch it and the song came on, Squeaks didn't move.  Instead she crawled up onto the couch and put her head in my lap.  She has never done that.  Ever.  My child is not cuddly.  That night she was though.  She wanted to share my blanket.  My hand had to be just right on her cheek.  If I moved my hand, she screamed.  Then I noticed she had goosebumps.

It was kinda neat to watch Mav shift right into doctor mode.  He grabbed his stethoscope and borrowed our neighbor's ear-looker-inner-thingy and went to work.  She had a temperature of 102.9.  Actually, it was 103.9 because you add a degree when you check a temp in the armpit.  I forgot about that.  Good thing I have an almost-doctor around.

So Squeaks had something.  Mav concluded a visit to the ER or the doctor the next day wasn't worthwhile.   She didn't have a cough, a rash, no ear infection that he could tell, maybe she had a sore throat.  Her temp went down a couple degrees with Tylenol.  She was fine, she felt crummy, but she was fine. 

I think, for the most part, I'm going to like having a doctor in my house.  It just might come in handy.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Parking Tickets

Squeaks and I were outside playing with our neighbors when Mav got home from work.  He got out of his car, grabbed his stuff from the back seat, glared at me and then slammed the car door.  He went straight into the house without saying a single word to me.

Scary, huh?  Honestly, my first thought was, "What did I do?"  I was terrified.  My neighbor and I just looked at each other.  I tried to make a lame excuse but ultimately told her I'd better grab Squeaks and get inside to find out what that was all about.  I ran to the backyard and grabbed Squeaks from the swing set.

As we walk back to the house, I hear Mav raving about the stupid city we live in.  He got another parking ticket.  The second one in a month.  He thinks the city is out to get him.  I almost believe him now.

He's a third year.  He has basically parked in the same spot every day for the last three years.

So the first ticket was given in his usual spot.  The reason: because he parked on the grass.  Really?  He had one tire on the grass.  It wasn't even all the way on the grass.  He tried to get off the road as far as possible.  I thought it was  courtesy to other drivers.  And a protection to make sure no one takes off your mirror on accident.  $25.  Whatever.  Mav just makes sure not to park on the grass again.  Maybe he'll just park in the middle of the road from now on.  People really do that in this city.  There will be four lanes of traffic and two of them will have parked cars in them.  Weird, I know.  I'll be driving in the right lane and have to move over because there is a car parked there.

Now, this ticket really makes Mav peeved.  He checked the signs.  One says, "No Parking the 2nd Thursday of the Month."  No striped curb.  There is a sign that says "No Parking - Bus Zone" but it's a good 20 feet from his car.  He can park.  He parked.  He comes out and there's a ticket plastered to his windshield.  They claim he was parked in a bus zone.  Really?  Another $25?

I'm a little upset myself.  You can count; that's $50 in one month.  First thing I ask Mav is if he took pictures.  "NO!" he says.  Then there's a light bulb.  He knows should've taken a picture.  His cell takes them.

We're debating on fighting this.  They've gotten at least $100-150 in parking tickets from us since we've lived here.  But is it really worth it to go and sit for half the day over 25 bucks?  I'm surely not going to do it.  There's no way I'm going to sit there with Squeaks.  I'm trying to convince Mav that we're fine paying the stupid ticket.  We've saved $1200 by not buying a parking garage pass from the school. 

Ugh...  Isn't there bigger things to worry about here than parking tickets?  Perhaps the fact that this city is number one in violence and homicides in the nation?

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Summer Plans

We have this routine at our house.  It's probably the same routine at your house too.

Mav comes home from work.  Squeaks hears his car because he usually has Zebrahead blaring from his stereo.  She jumps up and opens the door to say, "Hi Daddy!"  Mav gives her a kiss says, "Hi Squeaks!  What did you do today?"  She usually rambles on about her toys, doggies or watching Belle.  Then Mav asks me what we really did today.  Now, as of last week, I would have said homework.  But this week, I have answered, "Nothing!  Not a thing!  And I loved it!"

The first day that I was done with school, Squeaks asked me to help her with her princess puzzle.  She actually didn't ask me in such elegant words; it was, "Mommy!  Sit!  Help!"  Usually, I would tell her no.  But this time, I had tears in my eyes as I laid on the floor with her, working on her puzzles.  I can play with my little girl.  

It has been glorious.  I'm such a better wife.  I'm a happier mommy.  I'm a much better friend.  My house is clean.  I don't mind making dinner.  Mav even commented the other day that I seem really chipper lately. 

So my plans for my summer off?  I have been working on Squeaks' scrapbook.  (No, I'm not an ultra crafty person.  But I don't know what else to do with her 8x10 portraits.  12x12 scrapbook it is!)  I'm working on a quilt for my bro-in-law's wedding gift.  (Maybe I am crafty after all.)  I have a couple of friends who are having babies, I'm making blankets for them too.  (Alright, I am crafty.)  I'm going to read the Hunger Games.  I started training for a 5k.  And Squeaks and I are going to get some awesome flip-flop tan lines.

Basically, I am going to enjoy my time off doing whatever I want to do.