Oh, man. Not to sound like the Mayor of Bummerville, but it's feeling a little like monsoon season around here lately...
Sophie woke up from her nap today saying her throat hurt. She was congested and had a fever, so I made an appointment at the after-hours clinic for her to get checked out.
After I got her settled with a popsickle, I made the mistake of changing the dressing on my incision. I was instructed to take the original dressing off this evening and put a clean one on, but man... Mistake. Giant mistake. I'm still fighting the urge to pass out and/or vomit. Holy smokes, the incision is huge! And the skin around it is just hideous. Blue. Black. Purple. We're talking make-Russell-turn-white-as-a-sheet hideous. It looks like a horror movie - like some maniac with a chainsaw chopped off the entire lower part of my boob! I guess it's a good thing I don't make a living working a stripper pole. Yikes. Someone who has had breast surgery please report in and tell me this mangled boob look is normal. And isn't this just the way it works - now that I've SEEN the carnage, the pain is that much more intense.
I would just take a pain pill and call it a night, except Russ just called from taking Sophie in to the doctor. Apparently she started crying suddenly and then BLAAAAAA, puked all over the back of the van. Poor baby, let's hope whatever crud she has is mercifully quick and by some miracle not contagious, because I'm not sure my pitiful little self can take much more right now.
Oh, and did I mention that Russ leaves Sunday for a conference in California?
Yeah. You can't make this stuff up. We need prayers, guys. Lots and lots of 'em.