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| I got a $10 off coupon for a Vicky Secret sports bra. So I went to look at them. They're $40 and up. The most damned expensive sports bra I've ever bought, but it's the most comfortable thing I've ever wrapped around my titties. Plus they don't bounce when I run. And that's all that really matters. |
| 63 minutes total. I changed my route because of the heat and stayed away from the hills today. My neighborhood sucks because it's pretty much surrounded by a valley, so no matter what it's like crossing a moat to get anywhere. I'm also starting to wonder if the fact that I'm not having the huge allergy problems that the guys are is because I run and have reached a pretty impressive level of fitness. Some might call me a hippy (*eyes Problematic Content  *), but I always love how I feel after I've ran. Sort of like all of the stress that I feel melts away. And I think if I don't get to run for so long, it starts to stress me out, too.I need to go scrapbook. I haven't for almost a week, and even though I only have about a half an hour to do so, it'll make me feel better, too. |
| Ethan and Jason have the same thing caused by the same thing, and it's not contagious. Infections developed as a result of allergies. Our new doctor (who Jason went to see today) said that he's 99% sure that Jason and Ethan have the same bacteria causing their ear infections, and that Ethan's eye infection is also a result of said bacteria, and Jason's throat infection is also the same thing. He said that he was surprised the pediatrician prescribed amoxicillin, since the strain of bacteria that causes eye, throat, and ear infections is resistant to that particular antibiotic. He also said that if the infection isn't urgent, which the pediatrician said it wasn't, then chiropractic will probably help faster than the antibiotic would, even if it were the right antibiotic. Jason, however, has it a little worse since it spread to his throat. So he got some cough syrup with codeine and an antibiotic called Ketek. And the referral to the chiropractor, without the alien looks. I'm thinking that after Ethan's recheck, I'm going to transfer him into our family practice. Dr. Alfarez said he saw no problems with Ethan seeing a chiropractor, and was glad that Jason had started seeing one because of his floating scapula. Ethan seems to be feeling better today. He's still a little pale, but otherwise fine. I'm still trying to figure out how I'm going to put eye drops in his eyes 3 times a day for the next 4 days. It takes me and Jason both restraining him to give them to him. Our power went out last night. A huge storm came through, and we got hit with hail along with thunder and lightning. We ended up having to stay the night at my MIL's. What fun! |
| Just got back from Ethan's 15 months appointment. He has a mild ear and eye infection. I used that as my opportunity to ask Dr. Somers for a referral to our chiropractor, since he isn't in network with our new insurance and I really don't want to switch chiropractors. She stared at me like I was an alien. Now, I understand that practical medicine and chiropractic care don't really go hand-in-hand, and I know that is especially so with pediatrics, but Dr. Somers has always had an open mind about everything else. I didn't expect her look at me like I was some psychopath mother. After writing me a prescription for amoxicillin and another for some eye drops, she told me that she generally didn't refer to chiropractors for anything other than back pain in older children. I told her that was fine, and I understood and respected her personal and medical beliefs, but that I would be transferring my son to our family practice that is more holistic, so I could get the referral. She stared at me for another minute. I don't know if she was trying to come up with a nice way to tell me I was insane, or to think of a way she could keep me there. Especially since I had asked her to write the prescripts on separate pads so I could get the eyedrops and not the amoxicillin until he started running a fever and whatnot, because I was going to take him to the chiropractor first. So I got the referral because he has an ear infection. Which sucks and doesn't at the same time. I like Dr. Somers, but I hated that look. I would never ever do anything to jeopardize my son's well-being. If he had a fever, or even acted like his ears were bothering him, I would give him the antibiotics. But he doesn't, so I'm going to let my chiropractor try his thing first. Jason went to the chiropractor, too. He seems to be feeling better. At least in the sense of humor department, anyhow. I wish I could say the same. Why are you all staring at me like that?  |
| I'm sick of everyone in my house being sick, or tired, or sick AND tired. I can't take care of everybody else much longer. It's driving me insane. I'm making Jason go to the doctor today. I can't deal with his being sick anymore. Not when Ethan is teething and has allergies, too. This Mom is about ready to lose her mind. More really, I'm about to go into a dark room and cry. Except I can't because Ethan is up and about and nobody is around to watch him. Certainly not his father, who is still asleep, even though I told him that he's going to the doctor, and that I have to take Ethan to the doctor for his 15 mos appointment, and I need to take a shower. I'm fucking over all of it. Why can't the convention be next week? I need an hour to myself. Not even an hour. Just long enough to shit or take a shower. And maybe enough to go out for a run before it gets to be 100 degrees outside. I've decided Jason doesn't have a cold. He has something else, because all of my problems have been allergy related. I only know that because it's sudden to come on and sudden to leave. Same with him. He only gets a cough in the evenings, and it makes it nearly impossible for him to sleep. Same thing with Ethan. This all started when we had our furnace replaced, to be honest. I'm wondering if I should call one of those companies that come and clean your heat ducts. |
| I shit on an almost daily basis. I take a piss several times per day. I have sex a lot, too. I also take showers, eat meals, and exercise. If someone blogs or journals about it, so what. It's all a natural part of life. Why get appalled? Because it's taboo? Well nobody said I was socially appropriate, now did they? Besides, its my fucking blog and journal. I can type whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want. If I want to make an entry about taking a shit, I can. And I have. Not only that, but I've written about the freakish asshole that said shit squeezes from: "Invalid Entry"  "Invalid Entry" Just for those who were curious. And I know you had no problem with what I wrote, but if anybody else might have, I wanted them to be equally sure that I really don't give a shit what they think. I leave my shits for the toilets, and the fucks for my bedroom.   |
| I'm so pissed off at Jason right now. I know he's sick, and he doesn't feel well, but that doesn't give him a license to be a jerk or to freaking take a dose of Benadryl to knock himself out this afternoon. He acts like he's the only one not getting sleep in the house - uh hello I have to lay next to him in the bed when he's coughing and have dealt with his son waking up almost every night for the past 5 nights. I'm tired too, and I have a touch of this thing, too. I feel like going in and punching him in the fucking stomach. There you go asshole now you can stop thinking about your stuffed fucking nose and concentrate on getting your breath back. All I have to say is that next time I'm really sick, his ass is taking care of EVERYTHING in the house. The baby, the food, the laundry, cleaning. EVERYTHING. |
| Ran for 62 minutes this morning. 2 minutes longer than my longest run. I have no clue what the distance was, yet. I ran around the neighborhood, so I figure one of these days I'll drive the route to find out exactly how far I'm running. It's hot out. I thought my hair was going to burn off my head when I got out in the sun. Thankfully most of the route is shady. I figure it's at least 5 miles, though. If not, then I'm a really, really slow runner. |
| I fell asleep last night and went into the depths of sleep known only to the truly exhausted. Nothing would have stirred me from this sleep. I would've slept through an earthquake or a tornado. (And we did have tornado watches last night, to boot.) I think I'm coming down with Jason's cold. I think Ethan is, too. He woke up with a cough this morning, and I have a scratchy throat. We could've sterilized everything, but it doesn't matter. If you live with someone who gets sick, you're inevitable to get sick, too. Damn germs. |
| I bought condoms at Target on clearance today. I also bought Dayquil at regular price for Jason's cold. When I was checking out, the lady asked me my birthday, as she held the condoms in her hand. "Since when did you have to give your birthday for condoms?" I asked. "Not for the condoms, for the Dayquil." "Oh." I think I need some sleep. It took me a second to realize why they needed my birthday for the Dayquil. |
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