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Nov. 29th, 2007 05:01 amI *hurt*. I'm up because my ears and the glands in my neck hurt so much, even with Tylenol and sudafed, that I can't sleep. Chewing gum is helping as is doing something other than lying in bed and trying to fall asleep. I wonder if I dare put in a DVD or if that would risk waking Scott or Delia...
At 7:30, I'm going to get dressed and call a cab to take me to UHS. Scott could do it, but I'd rather not have to pull Delia out of bed for it or to wait for her to wake on her own (UHS gets busy fast. If I get there at 8:00, I have a decent chance of being done by 9:00. If I get there at 9:00, I might not be done until 11:00 or even noon). She'll be upset if I go without telling her, but she'll be dreadfully cranky if we haul her out for it. The former will end when I get home. The latter would last all day.
I suppose I should check the bus schedule. I could take the bus in. I'm just reluctant to spend much time out in the cold. So far, I've managed to keep this nastiness out of my lungs. Mostly. Cold air sets off my asthma, and I'm not sure I could cope with that on top of the pain.
On my personal pain scale, this is hovering between a three and a four, about equal with a severe migraine. Labor was a six. (I suspect that my use of the scale ends up skewed because my doctor always emphasizes that ten is the *worst* pain that I can imagine. I can imagine a lot.) At least I can kind of think. With migraines, trying to think makes the pain worse. Trying to think doesn't seem to have an adverse effect in this case. Rather the opposite.
Scott and I assisted at Delia's pre-school yesterday. I'm grateful that he was there because I don't think I'd have managed it all on my own.
I was also glad because his presence meant that, if Delia started showing signs of not being up to being there, he could take her home. She was coughing a lot less and had been fever free for a bit more than thirty hours when we went in, but she was still coughing occasionally, and she was also cranky. She's been melting down over trivial things that wouldn't normally merit a tantrum.
At 7:30, I'm going to get dressed and call a cab to take me to UHS. Scott could do it, but I'd rather not have to pull Delia out of bed for it or to wait for her to wake on her own (UHS gets busy fast. If I get there at 8:00, I have a decent chance of being done by 9:00. If I get there at 9:00, I might not be done until 11:00 or even noon). She'll be upset if I go without telling her, but she'll be dreadfully cranky if we haul her out for it. The former will end when I get home. The latter would last all day.
I suppose I should check the bus schedule. I could take the bus in. I'm just reluctant to spend much time out in the cold. So far, I've managed to keep this nastiness out of my lungs. Mostly. Cold air sets off my asthma, and I'm not sure I could cope with that on top of the pain.
On my personal pain scale, this is hovering between a three and a four, about equal with a severe migraine. Labor was a six. (I suspect that my use of the scale ends up skewed because my doctor always emphasizes that ten is the *worst* pain that I can imagine. I can imagine a lot.) At least I can kind of think. With migraines, trying to think makes the pain worse. Trying to think doesn't seem to have an adverse effect in this case. Rather the opposite.
Scott and I assisted at Delia's pre-school yesterday. I'm grateful that he was there because I don't think I'd have managed it all on my own.
I was also glad because his presence meant that, if Delia started showing signs of not being up to being there, he could take her home. She was coughing a lot less and had been fever free for a bit more than thirty hours when we went in, but she was still coughing occasionally, and she was also cranky. She's been melting down over trivial things that wouldn't normally merit a tantrum.
