I’ve had a hard day – I mean – the type of day that brings you to your knees. It all started yesterday, actually, when Matthew’s cold was getting obviously worse and we had a major diaper situation at a restaurant over lunch. It was not good and our return home was even worse – and neither of us really ever recovered. Matthew’s cold got worse by the hour and I didn’t get to rest at all until he was in bed. It was exhausting.
So yesterday was hard, but today was almost impossible. Matthew feels even worse and is showing it. He’s actually a really good “sick baby” and still sleeps through the night until his normal wake-up time, but it’s not as good of a sleep so he wakes up cranky. He was cranky all day and even though he had a 2.5 hour nap, it wasn’t a good nap due to his cough. He woke up 3 times and cried a bit. It was heartbreaking. Dinner was a challenge because he doesn’t want to eat solid food right now, which makes me think he has a sore throat. Matthew threw his chicken at me from the moment I put it in front of him and even refused his grapes, which he usually devours. He had only cottage cheese and veggie pouches tonight for dinner – which I’m ashamed of. He’s a sad baby 😦
To make the day worse, I got a bill from Medi.a.com for $264 even though we cancelled service on 10/11 and paid in full before that date. I absolutely lost my shit over this because we even have receipts saying we owe them nothing – and calling to talk to them takes a freaking lifetime. I spent 10 minutes on hold (shorter than I expected) and then talked with the gal who insisted on talking with B since it was his name on the account. I explained to her that she would much rather discuss this with me because he hates them more than I do – so she talked to me. I swore on the phone – not my proudest moments, but I am so sick of this cable company screwing everyone simply because they can. I swore several times. It wasn’t good.
So I’ve had a rough day… and it was after the call with Medi.a.com that I realized why I was in such a bad mood.
It wasn’t Matthew’s crankiness.
It wasn’t the Medi.a.com bill (even though, HOLY HELL, that made my mood way worse).
It wasn’t my lack of rest.
It wasn’t because B is out-of-town tonight.
It was because I needed to give myself my own PIO shot for the first time (aside from the three I did in my thigh while pregnant with Matthew and OMG that was a mistake. OUCH!).
I watched a couple of videos during the day, trying to get pumped up for it, but the videos scared me even more. I was trying to figure out who I would call to do my shot. The neighbor next door who is a nurse? My friend who did all of her own? My friend’s husband who’s a doctor? B’s coworker’s husband who’s a nurse? I would have felt bad springing my need on any of them, so I wondered if I should suck it up and do it myself.
I watched Keikos’ video and read through the comments. I noticed that Shelley commented a few weeks ago that she had to do her own PIO shots because her husband would be out-of-town. So… I emailed her.
I just love this community! Shelley emailed me back right away with a step-by-step description of what to do. I read it, and thought, “you can do this.” She was so helpful and pumped me up so much – to the point that I just wanted to get to it so I could say it was done!
I did it. And it was no big deal. It did not hurt. There was no blood. I didn’t throw up.
(But my hands were still shaking a bit afterwards.)
An entire day ruined for nothing!