Let's re-cap my last 36 hours, shall we??
1.) My husband gets discharged from the hospital where he'd spent the last 6 days receiving chemotherapy.
2.) On the drive home he starts throwing up
3.) Halfway into the hour and a half drive home... my vehicle starts smoking. Transmission blew. again. we were stranded on the side of the road in frigid temps for 45 minutes while we waited for Jason's dad to come get us.
4.) We get home. I can see my bed. I can hear it calling my name... and I could also hear Jason still puking.
5.) I heat up some homemade chicken noodle soup that my girlfriends sent home with us for supper. Jason tries to eat some and continues puking
6.) I call the symptom evaluation unit and they say bring him back to the hospital for fluids
7.) Jason's sister, Kim, comes to stay at our house with my kids who are asleep and don't know I'm leaving with Jason.
8.) I drive Jason the hour and a half back up to Columbia...
9.)... and sleep in a chair.
10.) This morning I get a text from Kim saying that Levi had puked during the night. Jason's supposed to be staying away from germs as his immune system is now compromised from the chemo.
11.) Jason gets discharged from the hospital and I make a quick follow up visit to the emergency room. In the midst of all of this, I hadn't told anyone that I went to the emergency room Sunday night.
12.) what was supposed to be quick ended up being a two hour visit to the gyn clinic.
13.) I've got a bladder infection
14.) after picking up both mine and Jason's meds we finally head for home, slip sliding the whole way in a winter storm
does this sound like a pity party?? I'm pretty sure it is.
I haven't slept in a bed in a week... and I've had a lot on my plate. Frankly... i'm in a foul mood. My attitude stinks. I'm writing here to vent because my family does not need me to take it out on them.
I could use some prayers. I'm being tested.