Oh Lordy!
I am fairly sure that I would like to be shot now. When I initially scheduled my visit to Doolittleville, USA it was to hang with my Cooter Pal (Teddy Bear coined that very special nickname) and to accompany her to Big University Hospital. This trip was scheduled for an appointment with a Special Doctor for the Very Small Animal AKA Eliza's youngest child. I was to attend this little jaunt for moral support and to help wrangle the Medium Animal (middle child) while Eliza was busy with the youngest.
Well, if that didn't all go to hell and back and then to hell again. Eliza went and got herself the MRSA again and the last few days have been grueling, exhausting, and very necessary. Although I would prefer a visit that included trips to a spa and plenty of naps, I am still glad to be here. My body, however begs to differ with that opinion because HOLY FUCK I am so tired and ouch and tired. The good news? If I can manage to tube feed a 2 year old, take care of a 6, 28 and 3 year old with PDD's I believe that I might be able to manage Chicken and one small newborn child if Teddy Bear and I decide to go that route. And yes, I've included Eliza in that sentence because although she is super great and I am so glad to be with her, health-wise she is FUBAR and in a slight coma off and on this week. Not a true "coma" but one in which she passes the fuck out while eating in her big comfy chair and then is not quite able to be roused for hours at a time.
If any of you read Eliza's blog and think "This girl is batshit crazy AND making shit up because no one has so much shitty shitness in their lives" you would be very wrong. I am too fucking tired to explain it all, but it involves projectile vomiting and a fever at the Big University Hospital courtesy of the Medium Animal. I am so tired. I am pretty sure that upon arriving back in California I will need to go into a slight coma of my own. Thankfully the semester is over and Chicken is fairly self-sustaining.
*No, Tobiwan, Chicken is at home.
**Erin, I am not near you and I don't have a layover near you. I'm flying through Atlanta on the way back. I'm sad, too.
Well, if that didn't all go to hell and back and then to hell again. Eliza went and got herself the MRSA again and the last few days have been grueling, exhausting, and very necessary. Although I would prefer a visit that included trips to a spa and plenty of naps, I am still glad to be here. My body, however begs to differ with that opinion because HOLY FUCK I am so tired and ouch and tired. The good news? If I can manage to tube feed a 2 year old, take care of a 6, 28 and 3 year old with PDD's I believe that I might be able to manage Chicken and one small newborn child if Teddy Bear and I decide to go that route. And yes, I've included Eliza in that sentence because although she is super great and I am so glad to be with her, health-wise she is FUBAR and in a slight coma off and on this week. Not a true "coma" but one in which she passes the fuck out while eating in her big comfy chair and then is not quite able to be roused for hours at a time.
If any of you read Eliza's blog and think "This girl is batshit crazy AND making shit up because no one has so much shitty shitness in their lives" you would be very wrong. I am too fucking tired to explain it all, but it involves projectile vomiting and a fever at the Big University Hospital courtesy of the Medium Animal. I am so tired. I am pretty sure that upon arriving back in California I will need to go into a slight coma of my own. Thankfully the semester is over and Chicken is fairly self-sustaining.
*No, Tobiwan, Chicken is at home.
**Erin, I am not near you and I don't have a layover near you. I'm flying through Atlanta on the way back. I'm sad, too.
Labels: Eliza, My Pussy Hurts, Off To Doolittleville, One Sickly Bitch, Suck Ass
posted by Sam at
6:39 AM
4 Comments:
Does that mean you want me to check in on him when I leave for SD tomorrow?
I'm so disappointed you won't be coming to cold, gray Ohio. *Sigh*
I've been reading her blog. Man, someone should do a made for TV movie about her life. Poor thing.
i'm spending some time at the atlanta airport on monday. you going to be coming through there then?
i'm glad eliza has you. you're a good friend, ya know?
Jeebus, that sounds rough. Hope you get back soon so you can get some well-deserved R&R! And thanks for offering to be my Wing Gal - when you're back on your feet I'm gonna make sure to have some social outings to have you come out to!
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