Friday, May 05, 2006
Mamma's in a Coma
I threw my neck muscle out, Amanda is taking her neb for the umpteenth time, Steve is sleeping like a baby, and I am writing to my fan club. Where are the rest of the kids you ask? Um...I don't know because right before Amanda's asthma attack I took cough medicine. Not the kind that you get over the counter, but the kind you pay $50 for and the doctor winks at you and says..."Do you want it to knock you out?" While he is writing your prescription. You answer heck yes, I haven't slept for two maybe three weeks. Bring it on. So you sneak 1 1/2 tsp rather than the prescribed one thinking to yourself...no one will notice. You are happy, happy, happy because the kids will have to wake daddy up because mamma's in a coma. Then before you can crawl up the stairs to bed all He_ _ breaks loose and your husband has to actually leave the house past 9pm to get medicine from the pharmacy because you can't drive. He doesn't LIKE to leave the house between 5:00pm and 5:00am. Not only can you not drive but when you speak to the answering machine at the doctor's office pleading for help you leave a totally random phone number that makes your husband open the bathroom door while he is taking care of business and look at you like you are from outer space...Saying "What number did you just give them?" Yes, it is the doctor that you chewed out just the day before for being clueless! At this point they are wondering, "Why did we not call this woman back about her antidepressants." I need sleep.