Usually Friday the 13th comes and goes with no hitches. That was not the case today.
It started like the past two days did, with sharp lower abdominal pains. There was no way I was going to be able to make it to work. Lauren and I had an appointment this morning to see the eye doctor. Since I had to drive I had to take and IB800 and hope it would keep the pain to a dull roar.
Because I was hurting, going to town was really tough. And because of gas prices I really needed to make the trip worthwhile. So I took Rachel with Lauren and I so I would have extra hands to help me with a smidge of extremely necessary shopping.
I got to town a smidge early for the appointment so I was able to knock one chore out of the way. I had to run by Walgreens and pick up the families prescriptions. Luckily, that is a drive through. Pretty simple.
The eye doctor wasn’t so simple. We waited forever! And the doctors chairs were so hard. I finally had Lauren switch me chairs just for a different kind of cushion on my tush. Right after we switched the doctor finally came in. Once we left I saw that we were in there less than 45 minutes. I think because I was hurting that it felt like it had been so much longer.
Next up was Petco. The turtle light isn’t working and it’s time to change their substrate. I got all of that and was okay. What rocked my world was Wal-mart. Yes, I’m in pain because of ovarian cysts and I went to Wal-mart. No one ever said I was intelligent but they have said that I’m determined. And I was determined to save myself and my family a trip into town tomorrow.
I got most of what I needed. If I couldn’t find it or it wasn’t on my list I forgot it.
And when I’m feeling like this I’m a horrible parent. I will let my children walk all over me. And I don’t care. I hate myself as a parent when I’m like this. So when I happily headed for the checkout line the girls started whining that they didn’t get to shop for themselves.
Fudge-nuts (not the actual word I used).
Lauren had birthday money she wanted to spend. I told them that I was heading the checkout and they better be in the van when I drove away from the store. Rachel was a little concerned that I would make them live in the Walmart like the girl in Where the Heart Is. I texted Lauren to let her know that I was in Aisle 8 and then texted her again that I was checking out. Surprisingly, they made it before I was fully checked out. I was actually impressed. Guess Wal-mart is not a desirable place to live.
I got home, had the kids unload the van and put away the groceries. I took a Lortab and crashed out. Unfortunately, when I woke up I learned that Tim Russert had passed away. I’m not huge into politics, but when something interesting or crucial was going on, I knew he would get us the real answers. Anytime there is someone out there that is trying to use his talent to help others dies, it breaks my heart.
When I woke up I learned that Kevin had called me. I called him back and learned that he had a fender bender in his work truck. Thankfully, it turned out to be a good thing. And he didn’t get into trouble. Phew.
So I’ve just been in a wierd funk the rest of the evening.