The Sickly Phillips’ Family

I have no grand words for you today.

Instead, I have a fever, cough, and a speeding ticket.

Anyone want the speeding ticket? Giving it away to the highest bidder… (HA!)

I got sick Saturday night. Felt fine, but was outside at one point and took a deep breath, and my lungs HURT. Felt like I’d been running in the cold weather, although no running was happening here.

A little later, I still couldn’t shake the yucky feeling. Started to get dizzy and cough. Checked temp. 99.7.

Sunday morning, I was no better. Coughing up stuff that was tinged pink (ew, gross, I know.) Decided to get my uninsured self to the Minute Clinic. I’m usually the one that waits until they’ve endured 3 weeks of misery before finally succumbing and getting checked out. Annabelle has put the fear of germs into me, though.

Nurse Lady had mercy on me and didn’t charge me, but didn’t “see” me either. Said there was nothing she would give me anyway, but because of the bloody crud and the fact that my chest hurt, I should go to urgent care clinic and get a chest xray.

Considering I’d been sick for less than 24 hours, I didn’t really think it could be pnemonia yet. But still, I was sick, tired, and fed up. And was NOT going to pay a billion dollars to the urgent care place to see me.

On the way home, the frustratition of it all got to me. I cried. And I sped down a 35 mile road going 56. (in my defense, there are NO houses on this road, it is completely open… so I wasn’t risking hitting kids.)

Policeman, of course, stopped me. Asked me if everything was okay. I said, no. I’m sick, and I just want to go home. I was still crying at this point, and was afraid he would think I was one of those goofy females that tried to get out of a ticket by crying.

News Flash: Even when you aren’t doing it on purpose, crying doesn’t work. He gave me my ticket, said get better and drive safe, then left.

I, obviously, just cried harder at this. (I really am not a cry-baby… I promise!)

My poor husband had to deal with the basketcase that was me when I got home. I won’t go into detail. I have a little too much pride for that. It wasn’t pretty though.

My biggest fear though is that Annabelle will get sick and end up back in the hospital. All evening, her nose has started to run and she’s coughed off and on. This Momma is worried, needless to say. If i’m having a tough time dealing with this crud, Annabelle and her poor lungs is sure not going to do well.

We have a doctor appointment on Monday (I’m typing this late Sunday night) so at least she will get to be seen by someone to check her out. She’s also had really bad diarrhea all week too. We didn’t take her in, but we did talk to the doctor a few times. I’d tried feeding her baby oatmeal cereal instead of rice for a day or two, and that’s when it started. We changed back, and it’s only gotten a little better.

And so goes the days in the Phillips’ family.

All that said, tonight, instead of 4 little girls, I will have a twin-headed halloween freak (you’ll have to see the picture) a bumble-bee, a butterfly fairy, and a princess ballerina.

If I’m not able to go out (is doubtful at this point) my mother is going to do the honors since Scott has to work and she was coming with us anyway. The princess ballerina may stay here with me, however, if she is at all sick.

Discussion: Instead of discussing my ucky illness (which would no fun at all!)… what’s your pleasure tonight? Trick-or-treat, “fall” party, Passing out candy, church trunk-or-treat, or ignoring the not-so-stellar holiday all together? If your kiddos are dressing up… what will they be? If YOU are dressing up… what will YOU be?

One year, I dressed up as a pink slip. I worked in the payroll department. *I* thought it was funny!