...and several of the other dwarves seem to be having a party with Aunt Flo in my uterus. Couldn't be more fun!
Okay, it could be a GREAT deal more fun. Grrr.
On the plus side, I'm back on antibiotics, with an added topical cream, and an option to refill the antibiotics if necessary, so hopefully Blotchy is on his way to being banished for good. The doctor won't come out and say whether he thinks I actually have a MRSA infection, only that the drug he's giving me is the best for that, just in case. There has been a little outbreak of MRSA (all the not-too-serious skin infection type) in the schools around here, so I guess it could be. I hate the way they're now saying "Mersa," though...so I'll stick with Blotchy.
Five Aleve and one antibiotic horsepill first thing in the morning will make your stomach just a tad bit upset. Did you know that? Consider yourself warned. Fortunately, the Aleve finally kicked Crampy in the butt and made him lie down, so it was worth it.
Sleepy? Well, he decided to settle in for a nap today...probably because I could not for the life of me get to sleep last night (VERY unusual for me--I never have insomnia), and finally got up around 1:30 to take a Benadryl. Which did put me to sleep for a few hours, but boy, did I have unpleasant dreams. I should have just gotten up and watched a movie or something, I guess.
Cranky? Well, he's been around since yesterday, all of which I spent putting out fires caused by someone else's incompetence/general stupidity, etc. Seriously, it was the most aggravating day. These weren't BIG fires, just one petty little annoyance after another. Someone remind me WHY THE HELL I WORK IN CUSTOMER SERVICE!?!?
New Guy and I had vaguely talked about getting together last night, so when I finally left work I thought, hey...as soon as I've tended to my own horde of critters, gone to my chemo-enduring cat lady friend's house and tended to her horde of critters, come back home, worked out and done yoga, then at least I can go and get a little snuggling action. Guess again. Someone was suffering some...digestive upset and for some reason didn't want to share that experience with me. So, no snuggling. (Except for Pudge. And far be it from me to discount the snuggling power of a clingy 90-pound Doberman.)
I can't believe it's only Wednesday. It might take a few more tiny packs of leftover Halloween Skittles to get me through. I'd LOVE a good stiff drink, but that's contraindicated with the antibiotics...I guess Skittles will have to do. (Taste the rainbow!)