So I’ve had pink eye for 8 days now. It got to the point where I could not drive myself to the doctor, so it’s been pretty awful. I think the worst part of it is the isolation. I’m very grateful for the internet and telephone. Otherwise I’d be insane by now. I’m also petrified of giving it to Will or Adam. Aaron gave it to me, and it’s been the gift that keeps on giving. For the first few days, he just said, “It’s ok Mommy.” He thought I’d been crying. Yesterday, at its peak (I hope) he pointed to my eyes and said “fire!” That wasn’t very encouraging. I think they are better today, but I’m really tired of having to think about it. I want to go back out into the world for these last few blissful weeks of pregnancy. I mean, it’s 95 degrees outside and I can’t enjoy the sweltering heat in here like I can in paved grocery store parking lots. Hmmm, I guess maybe my homebound state hasn’t been that bad after all. Maybe the worst part has been the waiting. Aaron had it for about 12 hours, so when I got it, I thought, ok, it’ll be gone tomorrow. HA! I saw 3 doctors ($125 in copays) and bought 2 kinds of drops plus otc drops ($80+) and the fact of it is… it has to run its course, which can be up to two weeks. Apparently, the course in Aaron is very short. Maybe because he’s only about 3 and a half feet tall and weighs a little bit of nothing. I, on the other hand, weigh a lot more than that and have lots of course for pink eye to run on. The pink eye has been training for a marathon on my course, whereas Aaron’s version just does the 40 yard dash. I think I might be getting better now, so hopefully I’ll get to stick my head out of my cave for a few weeks before retreating again after the baby is born. On my shopping list for my next trip out: all new makeup, a new can of lysol, and the perfunctory ice cream.
Archive for July, 2007
40 days and counting until the newest member of the Davidson family is due to arrive. Of course, we’ll take him sooner should he decide to he wants to join us in the lunacy. I’ve noticed that as the day gets closer, my fuse gets shorter. Self-control is what is draining all my energy these days. It seems like everyone around me is getting more annoying by the minute. I know, it’s not them, it’s me. Like the poster on despair.com says, “The only consistent feature of all your dissatisfying relationships is you.” But I think my friend Mo’s favorite T-shirt is also appropriate, “Just because I’m moody doesn’t mean you’re not irritating.” I also don’t have the energy to cover my looks of irritation, so I’ve become my own worst enemy. Rolling one’s eyes and making saracastic comments is hardly the method for paving the bridge toward peace and joy. So I may not be much fun to be with, but look at it this way: everyone else gets a break from me, I can’t escape!!! But the good news is, release is 10 minutes closer than it was when I started writing this nonsense.