29 Forever

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Happy Birthday to me! I’m 29 today (and will continue to be so every 27^th of May from now on). I’ve already received one present from my wonderful little one – strep. When she was sick at the beginning of the month, she naturally passed it on to me. I’ve been sick for the last two weeks, on and off, and decided that I should go to the doctor. I went yesterday. Only because I woke up at 12:30am feeling like my throat was coated in shards of glass, I was dizzy when I got up to get some water, and I can’t pop my ears to save my life.

According to the doctor, I most likely got the viral infection that Kiddo had, and then strep after that since my immune system was compromised. While I was there, they had me review the list of medications I’m on to see if it was accurate. I mentioned that I’m no longer on BCPs, but that I actually just started taking prenatal vitamins. Boy did she get excited about that. The first question after I said the words “prenatal vitamins” was the obvious one. After explaining that we had just started “trying” (but we’re not really – just getting my body ready for when we do) she asked the OTHER obvious question. The answer was “uhhh, today, actually.” And then she proceeded to tell me that she would have to do a pregnancy test “just to make sure” before a prescription was issued for my all-too-obvious-came-back-super-fast positive on the rapid strep test. Ugh. Results are in people: I’m not pregnant. Duh. But at least I don’t have to check for myself at home. Saves a pregnancy test for next month.

So, in addition to being sick, I am needed at work. Which sucks. For the last two weeks, whenever I’ve tried to take off early so that MAYBE I can get some rest and start feeling better, I get a phone call. Somebody needs something yesterday. Normally I don’t mind answering these calls and putting out the “fires”. But when you can hardly talk and it hurts when you do, and you just want to crawl in bed and take a nap, the phone is the most annoying thing on the planet. While I was at the doctor (all two hours it took!) I got two voicemails (no cell service in the doctor’s office, wonder why?), one from someone I haven’t heard a peep out of in weeks. I went to get my prescription filled yesterday afternoon, and while I waited the 15 minutes for it, my phone rang. Twice. Big fire. Same one I’ve been dealing with for two days now. But it’s not really a fire, it’s an architect being a pain in the butt over the contractor not wanting to change the Civil work without the knowledge of the Civil Engineer. [Side note: Thank you Dan, for letting me know about the changes and not being happy until I blessed them.] Anyway, not really a big deal. But seriously people: BACK OFF! Can’t a girl get sick and take some time off? Apparently not.

I got to come into the office this morning to make sure that I got the information to the architect (who, incidentally is “out of pocket” until Tuesday because of medical reasons) so that it could be forwarded to the contractor so that he could pour the sidewalks this morning. I also have the pleasure of working up a new set of drawings that revise a set from earlier in the month so that they can be submitted on Tuesday for review. The review that I thought was already going on from the last submittal I made. I said that they would be ready on Monday, but I realized this morning that Monday is a holiday that I actually get off. So I have to get them done today. On my birthday. While I’m sick. Instead of sleeping and resting like I was told to do by the doctor. Cause I’m apparently still contagious today. Not that that matters since I work alone and the only people I see are the ones I live with. Unless UPS or FedEx drops by, or I go somewhere outside of work. I’m totally taking tomorrow off as a sick day – assuming I finish these damn drawings first.

Once I go home, I have to decide: make a cake (or other dessert) or make Hubby and Kiddo go get me one? Decisions, decisions. We’ll see how I feel in a few hours.