A Week from Hell

Last week was one of those weeks. You know the kind. It all started at 4:30 am Monday morning. I had decided I needed to find a way to start fitting more exercise back into my life, so I signed up for a Boot Camp class. At 5:00 am, as in the morning, three days a week. I know, I know, what was I thinking? I was thinking I didn't want a big ass but after completing a week and a half of the class, I am thinking a big ass looks good.

It really is an hour of complete unpleasantness. The first class was held inside the YMCA gym and all I will say is 1) I wanted to cry 2) I almost threw-up several times and 3) I actually rested my face against the wall of the gym hoping the cold brick wall would help prevent me from either throwing up or passing out (same concept as laying on the bathroom floor.) It was hard. Good hard, but really, really hard. I loved it and hated it all at the same time.

The bad part (yes, worse than waking up at 4:30 am) is that I can hardly move my limbs without mentally thinking about making them move and then being in excruciating pain. I have never consumed so many Advil in my entire life. But you know what they say, it is a good pain. Clearly that was said by someone who has never felt this kind of pain. No pain, no gain my big fat ass.

Anyway, it is a 7 or 8 week class and I am praying to the sweet baby Jesus my ass is smaller when it is over. *Please Lord*

As if that wasn't bad enough, Jack started really complaining about his ears hurting him (the same ears we had checked at the doctor the week before and he was prescribed an antibiotic for.) The meds were obviously not working properly since his ear was oozing GREEN. Just an FYI when your child's ear is leaking green fluid something is very, very wrong. So back to the doctor we went only to discover he had a swimmers ear infection on top of his regular ear infection. Apparently his ears are very hospitable and all the infections want to party in them. So we started antibiotic ear drops and holy hell you would have thought I was ripping his ears off the way he screamed when we put these drops in. It was not a fun few days.

That brings us to Thursday (I know it is the longest week ever, I warned you.) I came home from work to find Joey a wheezing mess. Even after his nebulizer treatment I could tell he was struggling to breathe a little. He went right to bed that night only to wake up a few hours later LOSING HIS MIND. He was going ape shit and so fitful and restless and the screaming. Yowzers the screaming was annoying. So after yet another neb treatment he still looked like he had just finished running a race. The panting was bad so off to the ER we went. After 3 hours in the ER we were admitted.

Joey's asthma was in rare form and no matter how many treatments we did he still couldn't keep his oxygen saturation levels up. It was pretty scary having to see his little chest work so hard to breathe. We got cozy in the Pediatric unit at Elmhurst Hospital where we had the greatest (truly the most lovely) nurses care for us. These people made this stay bearable. We went in on Thursday and didn't get to leave until Sunday at lunch time. Joey was such a good boy considering he was basically given oral steroids twice a day with breathing treatments that are like speed every 2 hours. He was all jacked up and by Saturday afternoon the roid rage was in full affect. Someone took my mostly sweet, sometimes naughty 2 year old and turned him into Satan himself. Good times had by all. Like I said, the nurses were saints.

He is doing a lot better since we've been home. Still on steroids and breathing treatments so we will have to see how he does as we cut back on the drugs. Thankfully, while I was holed up with Joey in the hospital, Jack's ears got much better. They aren't even oozing anymore...yay! I got home Sunday just in time to get to bed so I could get up at 4:30 am and start the week all over again.

Sometimes, hell most times, being a grown up sucks.


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