I am slowly getting my voice back and sadly gave M the cold back. My eye and ear were bothering me yesterday but I was feeling OK. I decided after I took M to school I should go and get the Lab Slip for the additional blood tests. While at the doctors office I thanked the lady I always speak with for being so accommodating when I call. She said I do not bother her at all, because when I call I am not rude or do not yell. On my way back home I thought I would go by the lab and check the wait time. There was no one in there and therefore decided to get it over with since I never know what tomorrow holds.
Last night I was filled with anxiety after realizing that today I stop Cymbalta all together. It was also a rough one for M. She had a temperature of 102. She's the kind of kid that spikes and then her body works out the cold. She was busy talking to herself in her sleep all night. My poor baby, I was happy that I was there for her. This morning I woke up and got her some breakfast, she didn't have much of an appetite. So luckily I went to get my blood taken yesterday.
I forget many things and to relay them to others. We were getting ready for bed and M told J that I got only 1 shot today. He asked me what she meant. I told him she was talking about the blood test. He said I didn't tell him I went, I could have swore I did. This is what worries me is if I forget to tell J where I'm off to and something happens, he would have no idea. I say this and then I forget to do it.
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