My Morning

In a word...my morning mostly sucked. Yesterday I developed an infection in the ring finger on my right hand. By night it was throbbing and awful. I did the things one is supposed to do: soaking, hydrogen peroxide, antibiotic cream, etc. but the pain intensified as the hours went by. Sleeping was hard because of the pain radiating through my entire hand. This morning it looked terrible.

Clearly a call to the doctors office was in order.

I was seen at 9:30 and to the delight of my children, the doctor felt my finger needed to be lanced and squeezed. You seriously could have shot me and I think it would have hurt less. She looked up at me and said "Ummm...let's lay you down before you pass out on me." Oh yeah - it was intense.

She then felt a tetanus shot was in order since it's been 8 years and this was a bad looking infection. (Bonus: I am now up to date on the adult pertussis vaccine since it is part of the tetanus shot) Then came a script for 10 days of antibiotics and a couple days worth of vicodin (to help while the antibiotics kick in). Yes, my friends, it is necessary. I can't even begin to describe the pain. After the lancing and squeezing though I am able to mostly straighten my ring finger and it isn't the screaming bright red it was. Those are good things.

My children were waaaaaay too happy to witness me having a shot. In fact, when the doctor was discussing it with me, Kelton piped up with "I really think you should. It's only a minute of pain and if the doctor is recommending it, it's the right thing to do." His concern would have been more convincing if he didn't have a smirk on his face and if he hadn't followed it up with "Kaylen! Finally! Mom gets to know what it feels like to have a shot! This is going to be fun!"

*sigh*

He was right though. It was the right thing to do.

I have other things going on as well: the stress of job hunting and the toll it is starting to take on me, money concerns, etc. It feels like just when I think "Hey - this is going to be a good week!" all hell breaks loose. Maybe I should stop trying to think positively. Clearly, as history will show, it backfires on me. At least when I am negative, I expect the worst and am prepared to deal with it. Thinking things will be good and having it all crash in on you is waaaaaaay harder to deal with.

And on that note: here is a picture of my beautiful daughter, one of the only two perfectly perfect things I have done in my life, enjoying the new pool.