Aw man, Hil, I'm sorry this is an ongoing thing.
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sj, I'm sorry that it is so challenging for you to take care of yourself.
I'm sorry, sj. I hope you can find someone to watch F. UTIs are no fun.
My muscles are all really tense. Getting into a whirlpool would help, but I don't have a whirlpool. (That's one of the top things on my list of "Things I will have in my house when I'm rich and can afford to have a house where I can install things." Along with kitchen cabinets that I can reach. When I was 11, my parents totally redid their kitchen, and my mom specifically had the cabinets installed as low as possible. It's so much easier when I don't need to climb onto a stool to reach things.)
I put a call into my doctor. Waiting to hear back.
The doctor called. I need to get to the lab before 5:30. Hopefully my inlaws will call me back before that.
I hope that works out for you, sj.
Finally texted father in law who was able to get in touch with TCG's stepmother to babysit. So, I'm leaving the lab now. I'm going to grab a latte before I go home because today is filled with too much gronk.
I'm glad they were able to help, sj.
I was supposed to call my doctor today, but I ended up sleeping all day instead. Oops. My joints are feeling a little bit better -- still nowhere near perfect, but pain level down to 3 or 4, rather than 7.
I'm gonna have to go get more bubble-wrap, to wrap you all up.
Here's hoping for less pain and more comfort for everybody.