I've been AWOL. Between, kids, work, MIL and dh, my butt keeps getting whooped.
MIL is transferring to inpatient rehab this week for a five to seven day stay. I'm glad she changed her mind. I was worried about her being home after her multiple falls in the hospital. She was really deconditioned before she even went in for her surgery. Breathing is awesome. She's pink and hasn't used O2 for days.
No more cough or SOB, just weak.
I have to call the doc about dd. When I nurse her on my right side she winds-up spitting milk out of her nose and gagging/choking. I can hear her aspirating. I couldn't feel or see anything amiss in her mouth, so I don't know what's going on. She's due for a check-up at the end of the month anyway. DS is full force into terrible twos. He spends a nice chunk of his day in time-out on the steps. I don't know how I wound-up with a stubborn kid.
As much as I hate days, I think working nights is killing me. By the time I have energy to do anything, it's time to go back to work. I'm going to start exercising and see if that helps.
Dh has been a bear to live with lately. Between the kids, his mother and his own new health issues, he's going to drive me insane. (Or to murder . . . . . .) He called me at work multiple times yelling about something stupid and finally one of my co-workers pretended to press the button to hang-up on him. She didn't realize it really hung-up.
I felt a teensy bit bad, but not much. I don't do that at his job. I called the urologist's office and scheduled his appointment today. He sees the doc June 5th. I'd better call the hospital and have his records sent. I'm really not liking the words "bladder wall thickening" with his smoking hx.
Ok, I'm out of breath. I'm off to have a small strawberry-mango margarita and go to bed. I got the mix yesterday for Cinco de Mayo and didn't realize it had to be frozen overnight. Oops!