Wednesday, January 05, 2005
which do you want first?
So 2005 started out on an okay note. NYE wasn't that bad, even though it was spent in a state that hates me and with a child who could not possibly care less whether I live or die. C was asleep (as was Rabbit) at the crucial midnight moment, though, so it was all good. (We went by VA time, not AL time, OF COURSE.)
I can't tell whether the Mystery Lump is decreasing in size, but it seems to be a little tiny bit smaller. I'm supposed to be doing warm compresses three times a day, but since I barely have time to shower these days, I haven't gotten around to it.
And where is my time going? It's being spent coddling Rabbit, who has pneumonia. Since she can't leave the house (and mos def cannot go to the babysitter's house), we're stuck there all day long. You can only keep a twenty-two month old laying down for so long before she decides it's no fun, so I'm having to play Evil Mean Prison Warden. Added bonus: she has to have breathing treatments six times a day; this involves an inhaler/aerochamber contraption that goes over her face like a surgical mask. She HATES it. If she were a little bit older, I could try to reason with her, but at this age, all I can do is kind of pin her arms at her sides and hold her face still. It's horrible. Other than that, the being cooped up thing isn't so bad, except the house is a hideous mess and I don't get a chance to clean it up because I have to work nights after Ben comes home (since I can't come in during the day).
So all that would make it seem like 2005 started off really badly, right? EXCEPT we also got word back from the bank, and our place appraised at twice what we owe for it. I almost cried. Not really, but it's awesome, isn't it? It makes the chances of our getting that mortgage a little better, and it helps as far as requesting that our credit cards be rolled into the mortgage goes.
Good news and bad news is better than the last few years' all bad news. I'll take it.
I can't tell whether the Mystery Lump is decreasing in size, but it seems to be a little tiny bit smaller. I'm supposed to be doing warm compresses three times a day, but since I barely have time to shower these days, I haven't gotten around to it.
And where is my time going? It's being spent coddling Rabbit, who has pneumonia. Since she can't leave the house (and mos def cannot go to the babysitter's house), we're stuck there all day long. You can only keep a twenty-two month old laying down for so long before she decides it's no fun, so I'm having to play Evil Mean Prison Warden. Added bonus: she has to have breathing treatments six times a day; this involves an inhaler/aerochamber contraption that goes over her face like a surgical mask. She HATES it. If she were a little bit older, I could try to reason with her, but at this age, all I can do is kind of pin her arms at her sides and hold her face still. It's horrible. Other than that, the being cooped up thing isn't so bad, except the house is a hideous mess and I don't get a chance to clean it up because I have to work nights after Ben comes home (since I can't come in during the day).
So all that would make it seem like 2005 started off really badly, right? EXCEPT we also got word back from the bank, and our place appraised at twice what we owe for it. I almost cried. Not really, but it's awesome, isn't it? It makes the chances of our getting that mortgage a little better, and it helps as far as requesting that our credit cards be rolled into the mortgage goes.
Good news and bad news is better than the last few years' all bad news. I'll take it.
