Casual Friday + Moments of the Week
Moments of the Week:
“I’m sorry…WHAT did you say I have?” Moment
I am going to be honest with you guys. I have been really sick these past 2 weeks. I won’t get into all the horrible details, but I have been nauseas SUPER bloated exhausted and my apathy has had no limits. For example, these are excerpts from real conversations that have taken place these last 2 weeks:
Example #1:
Husband: “Don’t you need some new clothes? Want to go shopping?”
Me: “Eh. I’m good.”
Example #2:
Husband: “Where do you want to go to dinner tonight!? Anywhere you want to go…you pick!”
Me: “Eh, I’m not hungry”
Example #3:
Husband: “Listen to what happened to me at work today!”
Me: “Eh, no thanks”
So yeah…I have just been a boatload of good times and sexiness.
Finally, after 7 negative pregnancy tests, my husband forced persuaded me to go to the doctor. I never go to the doctor (except that one time with the whole baby thing). But off I went!
After tons of tests, my doctor’s office calls me back and this little woman with this little soft voice informs me (using the same tone and pitch one would use to order a grande vanilla latte in a Starbucks drive thru) that “you have an aggressive parasite in your body and the doctor would like you to come talk with him again.”
Um, come again?
What the F is an “aggressive parasite” doing inside of me? Well…besides devouring every morsel of joy and health he can find (oh and it’s a boy by the way).
So I am now on a treatment regimen (both doctor prescribed and Marion-searched-the-internet-and-is-devouring-everything-that -is-known-to-murder-parasites prescribed) and my energy is slowly starting to return. I have a little ways to go before I will feel normal, but it’ll happen.
I’m Not Alone Moment
Penny wanted to join in on the health care action and decided to wake up with an infected bulging eye Thursday morning. So off to the vet we went! If you would have seen the two of us sickos, you would have crossed the street to avoid sharing our air. And I wouldn’t have blamed you. Sigh…
“Whose idea was it to buy a 17-month old real irons?” Moment
I had promised to tell you all how I broke my nose last week and I forgot! So since this is already such an uplifting “Moments of the Week”…I’ll do it now! LOL!
Cooper requested a real set of iron clubs as his plastic ones just weren’t doing it for him anymore. I was being a dutiful mommy and feeding the dogs. As I leaned over to place the dog dish on the ground for Palmer, Cooper decide to take a practice swing with his wedge. And…BAM. Hairline fracture.
As I sprawled on the ground crying out in pain while crouching over my bloated parasitic infested stomach, Cooper actually tried to comfort me and was crying as well from seeing me that way. So if there is one good thing that came out of this experience, it is that I know my son is not a sociopath. So there’s that.
And so concludes the most depressing unappetizing “Moments of the Week” ever! ;)
xo – Marion
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