Today (which - by the time you see this, internet friends, will probably be yesterday...) was shitty. I had an appointment this morning; a kind of important one. I got up, got ready, and would have probably been on time. But no. That is not how things went.
Shadow wasn't feeling well when he woke up. He agreed to go to school anyway, but shortly after he arrived I was called to pick him up - you know - right as I was walking out to go to my appointment. Needless to say, I missed it. I really didn't mind because I felt bad that he was even trying to go to school. He looked like he didn't feel well. Anyway, he was nauseated. I have some over the counter stuff that I usually give him for his stomach and it normally works fine. Not today. He vomited 3 times and then fell asleep for a while. When he woke up he came to me begging me to save him. He said he felt like he was dying and that he didn't want to die. If you've never seen a child beg for his life - consider yourself lucky. It's heartbreaking to say the least.
I called the doctor (it was 11 am) and they couldn't see him until 2 this afternoon. I asked him if he could wait and he tried, but I found him rolling in the floor crying with his stomach. FUCK NO. So off to the ER we went - and there we stayed for the rest of the day. They ran tests on him - took blood (which he took well), urine, and x-rays; they couldn't find anything wrong with him. They gave me a prescription for Phenergan, told me to get some Motrin and fluids in him, and come back if he doesn't get better.
You would think spending all day in the ER would be bad enough, but wait - it gets worse. I went to the pharmacy hoping for it to be a quick trip. They told me that if I wanted to wait IN THE STORE that they could fill his prescription in 20 or 30 minutes. If I wanted to drop it off it would be after 6:30 that I could pick his medicine up. I asked if I could go ahead and give it to them and come right back - my car was on empty and this particular drug store was out of children's Motrin. I had a few things I needed to do and I could be back in 20 or 30 minutes.
Keep in mind that it is cold as fuck, Shadow's in pain, and we're just ready to get home - so I'm trying my hardest to get shit done. They said no - that if I left the store it would be after 6:30. I pointed to Shadow (who was moaning and rolling in the floor) and said "Look at my child. We've spent all day in the ER and we'd REALLY like to get home. Can you not just work with me??" The tech started to tell me no, but another lady cut her off and told her to just do it for us. I was relieved because I would've showed my ass.
We weren't home in time for me to take Nick to work, but Janet saved the day. She took him to work and stopped by to check on me and Shadow once we were home. When he puked again she helped me out with that, too. My mother sat at the ER with us; she also gave us a ride to the car in her warmed-up truck because we had to park a bajillion miles away. Hey, it's better than having to walk in the cold.
Now Shadow's medication has him knocked the fuck out which is probably the best thing for him right now. He was not resting well today before he took it and at least now he's not moaning and crying in pain. I'm telling you - that shit is HEARTBREAKING. When you are the momma and you can't fix your baby it's the worst feeling in the world.
So, is that the end to our bad day? Nope. Just a few minutes ago Nick found a puddle in the floor... we now have a broken pipe to contend with and NO extra money to repair it. And my internet's not working which just pisses me off even more.
It's days like this that make me feel like a crappy parent, a bad homeowner - and in general like I just can't get right and have things go my way.
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