Sometimes I think this blog is my last hold on sanity. It is really therapy for me. It also has the added benefit of dispelling any thoughts people may have of my awesomeness. :0) I am on a murmuring roll right now. I am even pulling out the "I'm Job" theatrics. Nate was so amused that he took out the video recorder to document my whining.
I should have known the day was not going to go well when I forgot I had surgery and walked sideways at the bus stop this morning . Yeah, really not a good idea. I doubled over in pain for a moment. That little mishap didn't deter me from my goal of getting to the temple before it is closed for 2 weeks though. A little blessing on the way there was getting the pool guy set up for repairing my pool today. Major score on him coming right over. He is sketchy with his time frames so I figured I was safe to continue with my temple trip.
So this little part is probably considered uncouth by some or not cool to share because of the setting, but trauma is trauma no matter where it happens, ok? Besides it fits with my title. When I got to the temple I had to use the bathroom before I got changed.... and there was some explosions happening in the stall next to me... and it was awful. I'm thinking, poor thing and then the smell hits. I have a super sniffer and I do not do well at all with smells. Such smells activate my super sensitive gag reflex. I had to go running from the bathroom but it was so bad that it carried out into the locker room.
When I came out of the temple I checked my phone to make sure that the pool guy didn't decide to pick today as the day he was going to be prompt. Well, today was that day. Luckily my 2 oldest were home and were able to handle things while I raced home. Jared called me when I was still about 10 min out saying that I had more time now because the pool cover was also broken. Just keeps getting better. The filter that was the cause of the visit was all fixed and doing it's job like a dream. When I arrived I got to look at a catalog of pool tiles while the other guy was trying to fix the cover. Why because all the tiles on the hot tub decided to jump ship and the kids are getting hurt where the tiles are missing. Cha Ching!
Since I had to race home I got to eat the salad that I had been eating for the 3rd day straight while they tried to figure out how to fix the pool cover. I may have accidentally eaten an entire package of cookies while I was sitting and waiting and feeling ever so sorry for myself. Which is super lovely considering I already have 15 lbs to loose from my hip injury.
At this point the rash that has been on both my arms for 2 weeks now has gotten to the point where I am being driven mad. The itching is so intense that it could be considered a form of torture. I tried to call my husband to see if he wanted to diagnose my problem or just have me go in to see a dr. Of course I couldn't get ahold of him so I decided to call and get an appointment before I scratched all my skin off. Plus I had already asked him a couple times but it had fallen on deaf ears.
Pool cover guy came back and delivered the super awesome news that we had 2 options for what he discovered. Spend a bunch of money buying new ropes and the attachment system for the cover or get a new cover since ours was on deaths door. Super. Pool covers are not even a little bit cheap. He went away to get me a quote and I headed to the dr for the diagnosis that I knew I was going to get. Contact dermatitis. What I came in contact with, who knows, probably my psychotic mind.
I decided to stop while I was already out to get my prescription and wouldn't you know that the road I chose was closed and I got to sit in traffic with my gimp hip being put under stress because my foot was on and off the brake for 20 minutes. I thought I was actually going to have to call my daughter to come pick me up because I wasn't sure how I could go on with my hip hurting so bad. I'm too prideful for that, so I soldiered on.
When I got home that darn cat of Emma's had diarrhea. The entire first floor of the house smelled like a sewer. I walked into the room that her and Jordyn share and just went full on crazy mom. All the clean laundry was strewn about the floor mixed with all the dirty laundry and wet towels from the pool and there were 6 empty smelly cans of cat food on the counter in their bathroom. It was like an episode of hoarders. I went and told emma it was time to clean the cats toilet and she is too busy cramming for finals and finishing up school that has to be done by tomorrow at 12. (All her classes are online) I couldn't handle the smell so I started cleaning out the littler box. I can't live in a smelly cat diarrhea house. It is disgusting and unacceptable. I'm ready to call the coyotes over for a midnight zazzles snack.
When my hubby finally made it home at 8 pm I gave him my sad story and asked him to take pitty on my Job self because my potions weren't doing the trick for the extreme itching that was still plaguing me. He had just the thing. Calamine impregnated gauze. Sounds pretty cool, doesn't it? First he got a video of my rant about not being the kind of people who should own an rv, a pool, a house, cars or for him to be married to someone who is replacing each of their body parts one by one as they break down. Jared was on camera duty to document my sad, sad pity party. Dude, now my arms stink. Where are your arms? Next to your nose! What is really bad is that my arms are starting to itch again and I can't scratch them through all the gauze and coban. I am sitting pretty far from the desk as well because I can't really bend my arms. One of the pics above is of me trying to scratch my face plus you get the added bonus of seeing my trashed, I've been living in my bedroom for 2 weeks, view in the background.
The good news. All the wrapping on my arms is starting to loosen up so I think I can brush my teeth and wash my face without too much incident. Also when I sat down to write my continuation of lamentations, someone from our ward pulled up and brought us a french toast casserole. Talk about inspired timing especially the hour (9 pm). They had dropped one off the night before I went into surgery and felt bad that we couldn't cook it until 3 days later because I was fasting and then Nate was fasting for surgery and we didn't get to enjoy its full fresh potential. They felt bad and promised to bring over another one and they made good on it tonight. Talk about above and beyond the call of duty. This is someone that isn't even a friend of mine and we've in fact clashed on a few occasions. When Heavenly Father wants to teach me something I usually get a good beating over the head.
One thing that I have noticed is that I really can't even muster up the effort to cry over the financial catastrophe that we seem to be having right now in addition to all my physical ailments. I had to try hard to look sad because I have been blessed with the ability to find humor in the time of the trial and not just when it is over. But, dude, my arms seriously stink, I'm not even sure I can fall asleep with this stench. I'm gonna go throw back some Benadryl and hope for a better day tomorrow....It's the kids last day of school so it's only half day, we are going to lunch and catch a movie to celebrate.
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