*COUGH*COUGH*HAAAACK*COUGH*WHEEZE*

Feel like I have a hundred pound weight on my chest. Hurts to breathe. Hurts to talk. Can't answer the phone at work without hacking. Can't take day off because I'm saving my THREE sick days of the year for if I need them for my son, his sick days are worse than mine.
Anyone want to pretend to be me and answer the phones? Or better yet, pretend to be me with this damn maybe-bronchitis-but-haven't-gone-to-the-doctor-yet...

Question:

I'm probalby putting myself so at risk by logging in at work, but I have to ask a question:
in your opinion do you think I should write from work? I mean, I'm not 100% sure they actually have taps on the computers...and I can't write from home anymore. Now that I'm working full time my evening are packed with everything I used to do during the day...cooking cleaning, making sure my kids still know who I am...
so if I write from work, that means no goodies from work. No mention of work whatsoever. Which sucks in my opinion because there are goodies. LOL!
Help me out, either write from work and it's mostly boring mundane stuff or write every other week or so and try to fill it with the goodies that bring the boys (and girls HAHAH) to the yard... or was that milkshakes? I forget...

Whoa. Breaking news...

Daddy and I are going dancing. We're all dressed up, the kids are at the sitter (my mom!) and he hasn't complained ONCE.
*smile*

*wink wink*

LOL!

Tired? Naaaahhhhhh.......!

I like my job. That's all I have to say about that. I had went and bought turtle necks the day Pervert tried to undress me with his eyes (I still feel gross about that....*shudder*) and how funny is it that now that I'm wearing them, he doesn't even stop at my desk. He walks by and sends his salutation over his shoulder. I love it. I'm glad he does it.
I got a new car. Well, new-to-me. Finally got a four-door, my kids are comfortable getting in and out, and sitting. Daddy has gotten me new head lights, polished the car in and out (even though it was already super detailed and clean) he has plans to get new wheels for it. I'm just glad I have it. Pictures will come as soon as I find the camera my son has decided to hide on me...
Hope you all had a good romantic Valentines Day. Daddy and I went out to eat and then we ended up going to Old Navy and buying the kids a shitload of clothes because they had the winter clothes on sale 40% off. Nice and romantic right? Hey, we were happy.

The wonderful choices you have to make at 2am

About two weekends ago Daddy and I were sitting in the car, both kids asleep in the back, and we were actually having a nice quiet conversation. That's rare. I felt fine.

We ended up going to Friend's house for dinner. There was a boxing match on pay-per0view that we ordered and watched. I felt fine.

I went to the bathroom, there was no toilet paper left so I grabbed the baby's wipes for a quick fix. I felt fine.

We went home, and I started feeling like a pain in my stomach. We put the kids to bed, we laid down. I felt like I had to pee again. Nothing came out. I laid down again, still feeling like I had to pee. I went again, there was blood. I waited a while before even trying to wake Daddy. The pain was getting worse. There was more blood. At one-thirty I woke Daddy. I don't think he really woke up. At one thirty five I call my sister to meet me in the ER. I left everyone asleep at the house and drove myself to the ER with this unbearable pain, and still feeling so much pressure like I had been holding my urine for hours.

I get to the Er and they rush me in (better service than I ever had) and start taking vitals and history. Have you ever had a UTI? (no.) Guess what? Looks like you have one now!

Five hours and a strong ass dosage of antibiotics later, I went home with paperwork saying that I had a UTI and bladder infection. I gave it to myself. With the fucking WIPES. In just HOURs it turned that bad. Turns out they were scentd and my sensitive ass should NOT have used them. I threw them out as soon as I got home, because if they could do that to me God knows what they could do to my daughter.

Driving to the ER at two a.m is not fun. I think if a cop would have tried to pull me over we would have ended uo in a high speed chase, because my ass was NOT going to stop! LOL! Now I drink Cranberry juice like it's water...and it makes me have to go al the damn time. They laugh at me at work every time they see me get up.