Now, a brief syn­op­sis of my week from hell, because to dwell on it to much would be to accen­tu­ate the neg­a­tive on a week that is start­ing to look up!

Mon­day my son woke up feel­ing ill. My dear hus­band was in car acci­dent. Thank God he’s OK. I took son to MD where he acts per­fectly healthy, and Mommy looks like a para­noid freak.
Mon­day night we call USAA our won­der­ful insur­ance com­pany to notify them of the acci­dent and learn that they can’t find the per­son who caused the acci­dent. She ran a stop sign which resulted in my hus­band hit­ting her car and totally destroy­ing his. So we were con­cerned and a bit annoyed to say the least.

Tues­day we drive the one and a half hours to the MTF (mil­i­tary treat­ment facil­ity) so my hus­band can get checked out. Tues­day night my son isn’t sleep­ing well, and at around 11:30 he wakes up to ter­ri­ble cough­ing fit, and more vom­it­ing. 12:00 a.m., we make the deci­sion to take extremely sick act­ing child to ER. Of course this is the night where ice has accu­mu­lated on every­thing and it takes lovely hus­band and alto­gether fam­ily hero a great deal of effort to clear the car of ice, and make the insides nice and warm. We then pro­ceed to make the per­ilous jour­ney to the hos­pi­tal. Luck­ily the roads in our devel­op­ment where the only real icy roads we had to deal with.

We arrive at the hos­pi­tal where ER park­ing lot could cover as an ice skat­ing rink and we slowly make the jour­ney into the ER in the freez­ing rain while try­ing des­per­ately not to fall and need emer­gency help our selves. After a short stay in the ER (only four hours) our son was diag­nosed as hav­ing bron­chi­tis and we went home.

By Wednes­day our insur­ance had found the per­son who was respon­si­ble for my husband’s car acci­dent and things were look­ing up. Except I was no feel­ing sick and that is where things are. I woke up this morn­ing feel­ing sicker and being preg­nant as I am, I’m nurs­ing my self and my still sick child as best I can. So you can see why my husband’s gift of lovely pink roses and a very roman­tic card made my day, week, month, and year! Yes, things are look­ing up and I’m not even going to worry too much that I may be com­ing down with bron­chi­tis!

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