I'm alive!

After what was a horrible weekend, and a pretty rotten week I'm feeling better. I hate being sick. I hate throwing up. I know everyone hates it, but I despise it. I hate it with every fiber in my being. It makes me violently ill. Yuck! My hubby was great. I didn't help him all weekend with the kids and he took care of me too. I guess that's the payback for Vegas. I spent most of the time sleeping, or in the bath. At least with the flu you know what it is, what to expect, and that it will end soon. I did not have those luxuries.

On a side note, I really hate doctors. I've had some mishaps with the whole baby thing that shook my confidence some. I chalked it off to stupid Ministry not having electronic records
(wish someone I knew worked for a company that could help them out). So, when I got sick last weekend I decided to try a different place that had a walk in open. they were all high tech, computers and all, ran a ton of tests, gave me a bunch of pills to take and sent me on my way. I felt about 50% better within 24 hours, pretty impressed. My "kidney infection" must be clearing up from all the antibiotics I was on. BUT WAIT, then they call on Monday and say it was not a kidney infection. What the hell was I taking antibiotics for then??? Here's the basic exchange "Okay, it wasn't that then what was it", "Are you feeling better", "yes, but what was wrong with me" "not sure, but something we did worked so stop taking some of the drugs" and that's it. Seriously, couldn't we all do that. Take a bunch of drugs that might fix your problems and call me in the morning. What did I pay them for? There is no way that what I had was normal. I guess I won't sweat it until I find out I have some crazy disease that they should have caught. At least I can lie on my stomach again without cringing.