Monday, November 03, 2008

The end.

I was sitting here on the couch, minding my own business when I felt a breeze. A cold breeze. I thought it was odd.

And then I heard it. The sound of the back door shutting. Little Monster was the only one in his toy room. The dogs were outside. Not the Momma was sitting a few feet away from me on the couch. Surely Little Monster hasn't learned how to open doors with the safety 'toddler-proof' handle covers installed? I must have not completely closed the door when I let the dogs out.

After letting the dogs in, and locking the deadbolt it happened again. A cold rush of air wrapped around my ankles, followed by the marked slam of the back door. No one in the house had moved. Except, of course Little Monster. He has learned how to open doors -- despite safety covers, despite locked dead-bolts. At least he doesn't know how to unlock the handles yet. When that happens, the world will surely end.

Especially because lately I don't have the patience to deal with that in a humane, friendly, loving, motherly way. It is very difficult to have patience with a child whose main source of entertainment is running his dump truck into the dogs and then letting out a shrill high-pitched scream that I'm certain is setting off car alarms around the county. I can deal with that normally, but when I'm hunched over my favorite porcelain chair trying not to let my eyes fall out of my head, trying not to pee my pants as my stomach hurls its contents out with enough force to stop the rotation of the earth, I lose my patience a little quicker than normal.

We're on the way to the Wal-Marts to get some Zofran. It's a very limited supply, so I'm saving it for those days when I want to leave the house looking like a human being who is more than three seconds from death. And for next week when I am travelling to Dallas for a conference. Let's just pray that my health insurance isn't a jerk today and thinks that I should be allowed to drink and eat... and you know, not visit the hospital for IVs.

Oh yeah. If my dog exhales within three feet of my face again, I'm giving it away to a random commenter. Which dog? Yes. They come with a supply of food, toys, medicines, and a kennel.*

*I'm kidding. -Maybe.


McKenzie said...

The Zofran should at least take the edge off for you. The nausea may not completely disappear, but it should at least allow you to be able to eat! The magic combo for me was Zofran and Phenergan. Praying that you feel better soon...

Vanessa said...

I don't get the whole Zofran thing, in how they ration it. A person is sick 24/7, so they go to the Dr, who prescribes Zofran, in 9 pill quantities. I know it is expensive, but it's not like EVERY pregnant lady takes it. I didn't need it. But seriously, why make a person choose what days they want to be functional, and what days they want to live with their head in the toilet? Sorry you still feel like poo.

Momma Mary said...

I am choosing NOT to be functional today. :) Seriously, though. I may change my mind. I'd rather NOT take something, but with a 2 year old and home to take care of... I just can't afford to lie around and vomit all day. I do feel better today than I have -- which I attribute to the fact that yesterday I was able to EAT! :)

I'm also assuming that should I get close to using my supply I can call the doctor and get some more?