i could write about the horrible dinner J got us from a fancy chinese restaurant when i was craving chinese food, disgusting you with how soapy the sweet and sour prawns were, the lack of rice with the meal, and the big black hair wrapped around the egg roll. or i could talk about our neighbour's stunning revelation that they had roaches, and were planning to spray just their apartment so the the critters could come scurrying to ours. i could talk about the awesome bachelorette party (and subsequent wedding) we attended where i got all the answers i needed by a fortune teller. but those things happened weeks ago, so let me focus on this one.
monday: i woke up with hives. my face itchy and blotchy, i wasn't too concerned as i had a doctor appointment that morning. only i didn't- i showed up, only to find out the appointment wasn't until wednesday. they squeezed me in anyhow and told me to take some benedryl and come back if it didn't go away.
tuesday: the bumps seemed to subside some, despite the 90degree (plus) weather. i had all manner of errands to run, and the fact i don't have airconditioning in my car didn't help.
by wednesday: the hives had developed into a full blown rash. i made another appointment at the doctor, being transferred from person to person, as internal medicine thought Ob/Gyn should deal with it since they diagnosed it, and Ob/Gyn thought internal medicine should take care of it due to it not being a condition related to pregnancy. finally i was scheduled for an appointment during work hours. i went in to work then, and partway through the day i went to my appointment. by this day, the temperature had climbed to 96degrees, and i was dying by the time i arrived. the doctor on duty confirmed the rash and some extra swollen tonsils, and gave me a prescription to fill. i drove back to my home town to fill the prescription and return to work, and was sitting at a red light not far from my destination. !bam! a car hits me from behind. i pull over, in shock, then get out of the car. i look at my bumper and at the car that pulled over behind me. the driver doesn't bother to get out of his car.
"are you okay?" i ask, approaching the passenger window. the guy rolled down the window and answered in the affirmative. "are you?" he asked. "i'm not sure. i think so-" i look around me, dazed. the guy continues, "it looks like your car's fine." and then he peels off back into traffic.
still in shock, i go to the pharmacy and then to work. several hours later i return home to a panicked J. he reminds me to call my car insurance, which i do. and then i realize i hadn't felt bubba move since the accident. i call the on-call nurse who instructs me to the hospital immediately. everything after that is a daze- arriving at the ER in a whirlwind, being ushered to the birthing area, getting hooked up to a monitor to hear the heartbeat, the nurse telling me i'm having contractions... finally things begin to slow down. J's mom and stepfather arrive to check in on us. the contractions slow down. friends of our stop by with our hometeachers. and eventually we're deemed ready to return home.
it's going to be awhile before i complain of being bored again- that's the sort of excitement i can do without.
