...I know I've been sicker, but heck if I can remember when. Thanks for so kindly sharing this experience with me! Together, if we try really hard, I think we can infect the whole family! *laughs*
Bless my soul, yesterday was a really hard day. Maegan woke to be fed at 6:45, so I got up, got her a bottle, and then went back to bed. I glanced at the clock and saw that I had 15 more minutes, so I left the alarm on and closed my eyes, intent on dozing those 15 minutes away.
I didn't open my eyes again until 7:45...and then I shot up out of the bed and woke Mik (too quickly for her liking) up for school. She scowled at me, glanced at Mallory, who was still sweetly snoring, her head sunk back into her two good dream pillows, the blanket surrounding her little form and it made Mikyla mad.
She didn't do a thing but reach out and yank those 2 good dream pillows out from under Mal's head, then with this spiteful, angry expression, she flipped her hand so that Mallory was no longer covered. She threw one of the pillows on top of Mal and clutched the other one to her. Only then was she ready to get out of bed and start her day. She took that 2nd good dream pillow into the kitchen where she deposited the hateful reminder of sweet undisturbed sleep onto a chair.
She glared at me the whole time I was dressing her and finally she was off to school.
*laughs*
I don't know where she gets this annoyance of hers at early rising.
Then it was time to get myself ready for my own doctor's appointement.. nothing but a little blood work to make sure this old woman's body is still functioning at least partly correctly.
I was grumpy about that... I felt it was silly...If I have high cholesterol, so what, I knew I wasn't going to stop drinking chocolate milk. I resented being 'forced' into this, and mightily so. I sat at the kitchen table pondering how to get out of it when the phone rang. It was the Matriarch of the family mafia reminding me that I had to be at the doctor's office at 9. The Queen Sister had phoned the night before to remind me as well.
"Oh yes, I'm going, no worries", was my sarcastic reply to the Matriarch. "I'd not miss this most important event for the world. Tell the Queen Sister NOT to be here in a few minutes...but rather to wait until 8:30, I'm not ready yet!"
When she hung up I scowled at the phone. I muttered and mumbled and grumbled to no one in particular, because no one else was up, about how the family Mafia were tenacious as pit-bulls and reminded me of big-fat-black-old- pesky crows, constantly cawing and clacking at me.
My stomach rumbled and I knew that telling them (again) that I thought I have the flu wasn't going to work, they refused to accept that excuse as valid, not believing me, both of them having known I'd do anything, say anything to get out of going to the doctor.
In fairness, I knew I owed it to them to go, I had scared them both Christmas day with that heart-attack-hard liver in the emergency room deal. So.. go I did, even if it was with a flu wracked body and a grudging heart.
The Queen Sister picked me up (they didn't trust me to drive on my own - they knew I'd not make it there) at 8:30 as I'd so gently requested.. and off we went.
She tried to make small talk, to which I felt I responded in kind, but then she'd giggle and I'd glance at her with raised brows wondering what the hell she found so funny.
"Are you going to let them do a mammagram?" She asked of me quietly..
"Hell no. I've already made him an offer about that. If he even mentions a "mammy"-gram, I'll remind him of the deal I made a while back, where he must first put his balls on the table to be flattened, after which I will happily let him have his way with my breasts. But not until. As yet, he's still respectfully declined." I responded firmly. "Are you?"
"No, I don't want that and I don't want a pap smear either."
Well at least we were on the same page on those two precautionary tests. I forgave her a little for insisting I go through with this blood work.
Once there, they took her in first. She was back out, finished within 5 minutes...smiling, a shining face.. she informed me that her blood looked like blood, not grease... then she nudged me as they called my name.
"I'm going, good Christ in heaven, I'm going!", I hissed at her and I went through the door, following the Phlebotomist into her bat-cave.
She was quiet while tying that rubber band around my arm. Then she tapped my arm and whispered to herself about how nice my veins were. I felt my brows go up, and I watched her more carefully. With one hand she managed to get the tube flowing with my blood and again as she watched it she said with a lilt in her voice, "Yes, yes you have very VERY good veins!"
Her excitement at my good veins gave me pause and I leaned to nonchalantly check her eyes, to be sure they weren't glowing red. By the time I could see them, (not red at all, to my surprise) she had her three full vials and said I could leave. She'd phone me Friday with the results.
When I stepped in the door of my home, my sweet, safe sanctuary, Stan was awake and on the couch. He glanced at me and what the hell he saw in my expression that made him laugh like that, I'll never know. I threw a house shoe at him and excused myself from his presence with a hearty "harumph!"
Queen Sister had asked that I phone the Matriarch to tell her how it went when I got in, so I did, and the Matriarch had the audacity to laugh at me and explain to me how she'd warned the Queen Sister not to fall for any of my tricks, not to pay any heed to my moaning and complaining, to ignore me, that I wasn't in truth a morning person and going to the doctor was my least favorite thing in the world.
I can't begin to tell you how it made me feel to be told that the two of them had not only conspired as I'd known they had, but LAUGHED about me, discussing in advance the various ways I was going to attempt to get out of that appointment!
The old crows! Tenacious Pit-Bulls! Mafia!!
Then the Matriarch called me to bring her an Apple pie later that evening. Normally I'd have taken her an applie pie straight away. But alas, I have the FLU.. I told her so again and she told me that I was fibbing, that I didn't have the flu at all, for me to stay home then, that she'd get my cousin Shannon to bring her an apple pie.
I can't believe that she still doesn't believe me that I have the flu!
I have half a mind to go over there today and share this most wonderful experience with HER, and then ignore it when she tells me off for giving it to her! I really do!
Bah! I'm going back to bed. Maybe this isn't the flu, but if it isn't, it's a pretty close relative!
Posted by juel at January 12, 2006 04:19 AM