So, we've had a bit of a day around here. Em woke up with a fever of over 102, sore throat, headache. I went to work, Joe stayed home with the Small Girl. Totally strep. Day went along fine. Had a couple of really fantastic lessons with my kids, got some planning done, and met the new principal that started today.
About three blocks from school, I coughed a little. Haven't been sick or anything - dry throat from the heat finally being on, right? A little phlegm. No big.
Not phlegm. Blood. Bright red. And then it happens a couple more times, once that wasn't controlled and the inside of my car looks like a grisly murder took place. So I call Joe to have him come get me, turn around, go back to school, and go into the office because I now have blood all over my hands, blouse, and face and I think I might need the ambulance. The new principal and secretary decide that New Principal is going to take me and the secretary calls Joe to meet us up there.
I am fine. Had a chest x-ray, blood work, and CT with contrast (that was horrible). I have some sort of granulomas - or some such thing - in my left lung. No PE, thank God. So I left with a script for some Levaquin and a follow-up appointment with a pulmonologist.
So then we get home, and Emeline's fever has shot up to 103.6. She's in bed, dosed with Motrin and her ABs. Joe is holding himself together and we have destroyed our remaining cigarettes. Because coughing up blood? Hell of a wake-up call.