You know, sometimes I feel like my life is just boring. Same ol' same ol' day after day. Every day is different, yet every day is the same. Wake up. Clean stuff (including kids). Feed people. Clean more stuff. Entertain people. Feed the people again. Maybe go somewhere. Entertain the people some more. Feed them more. Bath. Books. Bed.
Over and over. Then there's Saturday and maybe we do something different (mostly not). Danny told me that Saturday is his least favorite day. He's 4 and Saturday is his least favorite day! I asked him why and he said it's because the next day is Sunday and that means church. It takes soooooo looooooong. Poor kid.
So I've got this blog here where I write about stuff in my life. My boring life (just sometimes). I wish I had something great and exciting to share.
A baby's on the way!
New job!
Cute new winter boots!
Going to Paris!
Won the lottery!
None of that stuff is happening around here. Not even the boots.
But on Sunday something exciting finally happened to me. Brace yourselves.
Paronychia. (Go ahead and click it.)
Oh, yes. Isn't that amazing?
Wanna see it before it got lanced and drained? Lancing and draining! That's exciting stuff.
I'll leave some whiteness in case you don't want to see it. Just close your eyes and scroll down until you think the words should start up again. Or just look at it. Your choice.
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I thank my lovely sister and her husband for tending my kids so I could have my paronychia attended to at the clinic Monday morning. It had grown to a monstrous size and I was pretty sure it was going to kill me. I could feel my heart beating on my finger. Weird stuff.
Know what I don't like about the doctor's office? Being weighed when I'm only there to have my paronychia fixed. I even took off my shoes and put down my purse before I got on the scale. Now I know for sure that my clothes weigh 3 pounds. I wanted to tell the nurse to just go ahead and subtract those 3 before writing on her little chart. I didn't though. My finger hurt too badly.
She prescribed an antibiotic and told me I wasn't allowed to wash dishes for 5 days. She even said she could write a prescription for that in case I have an evil husband who would be mad that I was letting dirty dishes pile up in the sink. How does she know I don't have a dishwasher? That's what I want to know.
I told her the prescription for no washing dishes wasn't necessary because my husband is kind and gentle and loving and he wouldn't care at all. Plus, I knew darn well that I'd be washing dishes with one hand for the next 5 days. I've done it before. I had two babies who wouldn't let me put them down for months on end. She told me vacuuming was ok but no cleaning where I have to put my hand into a bucket of dirty water. Um, I can't think of a time I clean anything where I put my hand into a bucket of dirty water.
After the lancing and draining, I drove to Target to pick up my prescription, all the while flipping off my fellow drivers. Did I mention that it's painful to bend my finger all the way? And forget about straightening it. Ouch.
I picked up the kids and we headed to the dino museum. Two hours later and we were headed home.
And then I washed the dishes. I told you I would. I kept my paronychia behind my back so I wouldn't be tempted to plunge it into the dirty water.
I'm trying to take it easy today so my finger can heal. I've stayed clear of cleaning the bathrooms. I think raking leaves is out of the question (especially since I broke the rake). I did some laundry but it kind of hurt to take the stuff out of the dryer so I just left it there.
If you're concerned about me, don't be. I'm sure I'll be fine. The paronychia is still tender, red and warm when I touch it but I know that whatever doesn't kill me will only make me stronger. Or my finger will have to be amputated and I won't be able to play my flute on Sunday during the Primary program.
If you want to be concerned anyway, in lieu of flowers, send chocolate.
And come wash the dishes after dinner tonight.
6 comments:
That sounds horrid. Was it the result of an injury? I would totally come do your dishes AND bring you chocolate. Sometime we need to live in the same state.
Oh, I had to look and said "Ouch" really loud when I saw the picture. Ouch. Seriously. I would be milking that for all its worth. It looks so painful. Eat some chocolate and rest up.
First off, boring is good.
Second my husband would just save the 5 days worth of dishes for me, or take me out to eat every day so there was no dishes for him to do. Being a man is rough stuff.
OH!! Cathy!! Oh my gosh that looks so sore!! You totally deserve a DDP and NO DISHES!!! OH!! Poor Cathy!! What can I do? Can I come over and do your dishes tomorrow morning? YOU BETTER let me wash dishes.
Also I have to put....Especially for JUDY. These are the hazards of cleaning!! Be like me and clean ONLY when people are coming over. Or just don't answer the door. =)
Owie! I've had that a couple of times only my mother called it a felon. In reading the descriptions, it probably was paronychia. I did get an antibiotic both times. And I liked calling it a felon. It sounded as evil as it felt. It kills doesn't it? Especially if one of the kids grabs your finger. One time I bought one of those cagey-type finger splints to keep it from getting bumped. Hope it starts to feel better soon.
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