Well. I'm still sick. I woke up early this morning (maybe 2am) with raging pain....second only to waking up after my hysterectomy. I drove myself to the ER (Pete needed to stay home with the baby and I was NOT going to wake the little one up to go out in the middle of the night), got a fine shot of Toradol in the ass, some antibiotics and a handful of Percocet until I can get the script filled sometime tomorrow.

That's what I get for trying to take care of everybody...none of it well, I might add...and ignoring myself knowing full well that I was sick. What's a body to do when their child is sick? Immediate family in the hospital...fully thought she was going to die last night....and trying to help my mom who was watching her mother just crumble.

Apparently it's my turn to fall apart. I'm staying home today. Someone else is going to have to do the the running.

Oh Toradol and Percocet...do your magic please....pretty please????

Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs, clutter bugs and people with a bug up their ass bug ya!   :)

XXOXOXOXOXO

Michelle