It’s been a hell of a week.
An iron IV that knocked me off my feet for the rest of the week. Apparently some folks get up from the chair and feel outstanding; others end up nauseated, exhausted, and with raging headaches. Guess which camp I landed in? Yeah.
On a side note, a head’s up for anyone out there who might need an iron boost someday: for most of the IV day your pee will be a rusty color. You know, just in case your nurse forgets to tell you. I could have done without that heart stopping moment in the restroom.
Four full days where I left the house by 8:00am and didn’t get back until around 2:00. Phoebe and Gracie did not appreciate the sudden increase in quality alone time, that’s for sure.
Twenty minutes before leaving town yesterday T-man took a major spill in the road. After grabbing Bear from practice plus 4½ hours of crazy involving an urgent care visit and late dinner we finally managed to pack up and leave. At 9:30pm. With T-man stretched out across my backseat icing his sprained knee.
Plus the commander in chief referred to places in Africa as “shithole countries.” So there’s that.