I was contemplating JUST putting first names, but maybe not.

Wah, I am so tired. And I just stripped Dillo's bed and started laundry, and man was that gross. When a kid calls out to you in the night and you get to his room and he says, "Mom, I'm all covered in wet gooey stuff," and you realize he threw up in his sleep - well, it's bad.

I had dreams of leaving the house today. But I am headachy, my throat is raw, and I have the energy of a log. Maybe I'll manage to have a shower.

Timelies all!

{{{flea}}}

Where to start.... I don't want a repeat of 2 days of sore buttness.

But, you may end up with a butt like the speed skaters I watched this morning.

Oh flea, may this be the shortest bug ever. I think I would toss the sheets. Not the child, he hits the shower, but the sheets would be history.

Oh, flea, that sounds pretty bad for everyone concerned.

That doesn't sound fun, either, Sue.

meara, if fireflies tell you all your questions will be answered if you go to that address - honestly, I don't know if you should listen or not. Curious!

Oh Flea, hugs.

Scrolling back to catch up...

Holy shit--I cannot IMAGINE calling out two people who used a lot of healthcare dollars at your company and blaming them for increasing costs or the company's choice to change a 401K plan.

This was a rare exception to the 'don't read the comments' rule. The comments were spot on for the ones I read. Yeah blame Obama for all your self made problems.

Oh, flea, that's awful. My sympathies for you & dillo.

Me, I feel kind of awful, although some of it is self-imposed, because I went out for dinner with a friend and we split a bottle of wine. I also had the pizza with sausage on it, so I broke my good-cholesterol diet. But whatever, it was a rough day.

Dad's surgery is on Monday morning and I've been trying to get everything lined up, but there's so much shit, and some people (basically the folks at the hospital) will not provide any information up front! I tried and tried to talk to someone about his dietary needs after the surgery, and they basically just blew me off, even when I explained that I needed orders in advance so the facility could be ready. No go.

Capped it off with a mandatory phone call from a pre-op nurse that came two hours after they said she would call, and resulted in Dad nearly missing dinner because she wouldn't talk to me without his presence. I'm so pissed off at this hospital: even the oral surgeon agrees they should not have sent him out of the ER without bringing him in to consult.

Everyone has a process, and none of it is designed to help the patient, so far as I can tell. Argh.

So I drank too much wine last night. And now I have to go edit chapters for my old boss, who very kindly tossed me some work. It's raining here and my father's dog has not pooped in 24 hours, which makes me nervous.

BLargh.

I hate how people have to batter themselves again the system to try and get the care people need.

Rain is good, though, right?

Dillo has not barfed since 8am and has had 3 sips of water. The fact that he is not asking for water means he is still not feeling well, though.