This week has been lousy. The fun started on Monday when I went back to the podiatrist for a re-check of my foot, which has been giving me trouble.
Turns out that when the nice doctor gave me the prescription for cortisone pills, the silly fool actually thought I would take it. When he found out that I hadn't, he said my foot was hurting because it was inflamed, and had I taken the medicine like he told me to, then I would feel so much better. Blah blah blah blah blah.
2 shots of cortisone later, I hobbled, tear streaked and beaten down, to the crimson steed and made my way back to work. I had a handful of Advil with dinner and treated myself to a muscle relaxer as I settled in to watch the finale of The Bachelor.
An hour later, LittleG woke up burning with fever. She's been battling the springtime allergies here in Texas, and I knew when I felt her forehead that she had lost the battle. So, I bundled her up, put my damn bra back on, and zipped off to the Doc-in-the-box, then to the all night drive-through pharmacy. I didn't get to bed until well after midnight.
And that was JUST Monday. You can imagine how the rest of the week has gone....
This evening after work, I had a few precious minutes of relative solace while MrG and LittleG played hide & seek together. I promptly used that time to uncork a lovely bottle of merlot.
When I called my dear family into the kitchen for dinner, LittleG took one look at the wine glass and called over her shoulder to her father, "Daddy, Mom's into the wine again!"
Into the wine, indeed, my friends!