Thick People

Drive me crazy! I love my job. I love the people I work with. I love that I am helping others in need. It gives me a sense of pride and satisfaction. Before my husband was working I came into work whenever I was needed outside of my normal shift. I'd work any shift they were short on. Then my husband started school. I wasn't a available, but I'd still help when I could. When my husband started actually working I let my supervisor know that I was no longer available during the week. I have no one to watch my babies. I believe a co-worker mentioned it to him also when he spoke to them about asking me to come in. Well guess what? When I went back to work my supervisor had scheduled me two days during the week.  One of which he changed his mind about. As much as my supervisors hates hearing me say no I can't, I HATE having to say it. That is why I let them know that I have my kids to take care of. I don't have family close by and I am not the kind of parent to just dump my kids on anyone that will say OK. There is a reason I work a weekend shift! I don't enjoy not seeing my children all weekend.  I don't enjoy missing taking them to egg hunts and birthday parties. I do it so I can be home with them during the week and can still work. Just because I can only work 32 hours in a weekend and there are still  hours available before overtime doesn't mean that I can be called upon. GRRRR! One more vent, different subject, still thick! I have a person that my child is petrified of. I mean when I went into preterm labor with Bronson that person came to see me. Mylie was so afraid that she wouldn't even come in the room. My husband had to stay in the hall with Mylie. We were all upset. I wanted him there with me, not in the hall. The person obviously didn't get that because they stayed forever.  Not caring that Mylie was freaking out. Not considering that I may need my husband's support. Well, that person just cannot understand why I wont allow them to spend the night at my house. I should just let Mylie deal with it. I think NOT!  My other family members have been questioned about it also. As much as I hate to hurt feelings, my children come before anyone. So sorry! Not going to happen. EVER. Forget the idea.  Some people!

Second Verse, Not the Same as the First

My second day back at work was so much better. I woke up feeling 75% better. After my second dose of medicines that day I was back to myself. Just a tad sore. I had a busy but good day. It was so nice to get a break and I enjoyed being back with my co-workers. My babies did OK.  Bronson was wonderful, Mylie acted quite nutty and Talise was her normal self. I came home bearing gifts which the girls loved. Fernando was happy for me to be home and my poor sweet momma couldn't leave soon enough this morning. Her nerves were shot! Mylie treated her dad almost as bad as she does with me. Hold me daddy, non stop. Fernando actually said he really appreciated my mom being here. That touched me because they do not get a long well at all. I'm glad she was too. Something about knowing your mom is near when you are unwell really comforts you. Or at least it does me. When I woke up Saturday and dragged myself into the kitchen and laid my head on her shoulder she completely went into mommy mode. It made me feel so much better. She immediately started looking for the thermometer then wanted to feed me or get some juice in me. She knows how I am about work so she knew I wouldn't call out. She told me to clock in, say hi and go straight to the E.R. I didn't, follow her advise. I waited until my body MADE me listen. I'm glad I went it Sunday though. I enjoyed it. It was really nice being welcomed back. Now, let's see how long this feeling lasts!

Back on the Chain Gang

Today was my first day back to work. I had been excited about going back until yesterday. I started showing signs of mastitis. Pain, red splotches, achy. I called my doctor so I could get antibiotics before I returned to work. My job requires a lot of pulling patients, helping them stand, helping them slide over. I did not need to feel like poo. Last night I started feeling progressively worse. My mom gave me a tylenol3 and I went to bed. I woke up burning up. My fever was 102.4. My husband felt my head and told me there was no way I could go to work. WRONG. No way would I call in on my first day back.  Plus my antibiotics should be good and in my system by then. WRONG. I couldn't put on my make-up because I was so weak. I couldn't hot iron my hair because standing there to do it made me feel dizzy. I sat for a while before I left to see if I'd feel better. Nope! I just started getting nauseated. Still, I went in. I warned my co-workers that I felt like I had been hit by a truck, my head was pounding. I worked until around 1:00.  I was in the operating room and I was trying to assist the doctor and as he's giving me instructions the room starts spinning.  Everyone sounds really far away and I start to faint. A scrub tech got me to a chair and started pulling lead off me. She got me down to just my scrubs and the doctor told me to go lay down. After resting a bit I called the emergency room and spoke with my favorite doctor.  He asked me to come down and let him check me out. I have a pretty bad case of mastitis that my antibiotic wasn't touching. He sent me home with three prescriptions and orders to come back in if my fever goes up any. He said that often mastitis can lead to an abscess. So after all that I went home. I may not go in tomorrow if I don't feel better. The doctor told me he thinks I should stay home. I dunno. If I feel better I will definitely be there. It was nice seeing all my co-workers. I got to work in the new E.R., it opened the first week I was on leave. Bronson did wonderful with my mom. I was a little worried because when she came over yesterday he cried a bit when she was holding him.  Not today though.  he grinned and cooed. He charmed the pants off of her. I missed him tons while I was at work though, but it is really nice to know he's in good hands. So that was my day.