Last night, first off...... was nuts. Older kids = crazy drama. The oldest two fight like crazy. (Not talking Cal and Alana either, it's the adopted one and his Cinderella) .... Seems like every other day they are fighting like a couple of seagulls over a fish. Have you ever seen that? They can be viscous.
Last night someone rolls in at 11pm, without a courtesy call on if and when they would be home and it pissed me off. On top of that we were getting phone calls, no way to get ahold of said person and we were worried. Not to mention of the same situation were reversed.....ape shit would have happened.
D,R,A,M.A. and I always get dragged into it.....
This morning I woke up and felt like crap. The spots actually seem to be healing. 4 days of steroids, 18th day of the spots! Oye! I just think my body is having a hard time. CFS, with Fibro now, all my allergies, bad lungs, with the last long list...... I don't know.
Regardless....thought we were going to have a laid back day. Not going to happen.
About noon DB comes into the room and he says his chest feels funny. Do you want to go in? I don't know. But then he practically detereated infront of me. Short of breath, nausea, pain in the arm.... and yeah. I threw on some clothes and drove him in even though my one eye is blurry from the conjunctivitis.
Got to the ER and they get him back, taking blood, getting an IV, vitals, immediate EKG. Questions, answers, explanations. It's hard. Luckily no heart attack. Thank the Stars! But he does have bronchitis. They aren't sure why he reacted that way. I think maybe there was some anxiety mixed in. But I am thrilled that he is home sleeping next to me. I was a little freaked out!









