Sinking

I feel as though I am hanging over the edge of a deep abyss (are there any abysses (abyssi?) that aren't deep?) and the rope that is holding me is frayed to a thickness of mere millimeters.

Emily got up from her nap Monday afternoon and proceeded to sit on the couch whimpering. Every exhalation ended in a painful "uh" sound. Her ear hurt. The whimpering progressed to full-on crying as we traveled to the pediatrician's office. Diagnosis: ear infection (no shit). The afternoon trip to the doctor's office threw me into a complete tizzy, partially caused by the loud BANG! that eminated from my car as we were leaving the driveway. Diagnosis: broken coil spring.

I went to the doctor yesterday morning to get an order for a bone scan, since as a celiac patient, I could have been ingesting less calcium than I previously thought. My doctor, bless his heart, suggested I talk with my GI doc about that. Except the whole reason I was there in HIS office was to get the bone scan order. I calmly asked that HE do it since I was THERE for that very purpose. While I was there, he mentioned that my kidney doctor? Sent a letter indicating that he thinks that my IUD (which I pink puffy-heart love) is what is causing the hydronephrosis. This is news to me. The kidney doctor further thinks that the IUD needs to come out post-haste and that I should go on the pill. For as much as I pink puffy-heart love the IUD, I have the same, if not more, hatred for the pill. He, my regular doctor, thinks that I should get the IUD out and have Mike go for the Big Snip. Except for that niggling detail: we're not 100% sure we're done having kids. I told my doctor I would talk it over with Mike and we'd take it from there.

I go home and am digesting all of this information, because, seriously, there are WAY too many people interested in my and my husband's private bits and my phone rings. It's my gynecologist. She wants to talk to me about the letter she received from the kidney doctor. It's the same one that my regular doctor got. Awesome. She doesn't think that the problem is with my IUD at all. So she and I came up with a workable solution that involves me going on the pill AND keeping the IUD for now. We'll see how that goes.

I took myself to Target, with girls in tow, this morning to pick up my new prescription and get my mother-in-law a birthday present. The girls had a recheck appointment at 1040 and I figured I had plenty of time to get both things accomplished.

I did and we did and all was wonderful. And we took ourselves off to the recheck appointment at the pediatrician.

It turns out that Lucy still has an ear infection. It would seem that the antibiotic she was on for the ear infection didn't clean it all out. So I got a prescription for a new antibiotic.

Guess where I got to go again?

Yep. Target.

Now, I loves me some Target. But, seriously, twice in less than 2 hours? Is a little much.

Now, at a time when clearly I have plenty of stress in my life, guess what I am doing?

If you guessed moving Lucy into a big-girl bed in Emily's room, you guessed right. Yeah, as though I don't have ENOUGH to do, I am going to spend the weekend combining the two rooms and remaking Lucy's nursery as a playroom.

I am really excited about this and so I am going through with it even though the potential for stress is great. And all this is happening while Mike is in the middle of demolition on our master bathroom. Basically, all that means is that I will be doing the majority of the work myself. So if you'll excuse me, I have some bed pieces to clean up.