Last night, I ended up passing out on the couch around 9 PM with my favorite quilt and pillow. My stupid throat hurt so badly that I didn't want to eat and had totally skipped dinner - and if you know me, you know that means that I was feeling like total ass. And I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I just felt like - ICK.
At 10:30, I was awakened to a bloodcurdling scream from Monkey Man that made my heart stop. I ran upstairs and he was sitting up in the bed howling because he'd "messed up my bed" - so I flipped on the light...
Blood. Everywhere.
Apparently he was attempting to extract a booger and suceeded in generating the Worst Nosebleed Ever, then smeared it all over his bed. His face was caked in blood.
So I enlisted Joey's help - we got MM calmed down and cleaned up, I stripped down the bed and put fresh sheets on, got the blood off of Lamby Lamb, and that's where the fun started.
Joey had the brilliant idea of letting MM stay up for an hour so that we could make sure that the nosebleed stopped. Of course, MM didn't want to hang with Daddy in the basement - he only wanted me. Kind of funny since for the last few months (and especially since I was gone while my dad was sick) he has treated me like a leper for the most part.
The kid watched TV, ate some yogurt, and talked nonstop. We finally got him to bed at midnight and at that point I was so exhausted that I felt nauseous.
But no, the fun didn't stop at midnight. Almost every hour on the hour, I ended up getting up and going upstairs. I'd hear a cough and then do the 50-yard dash up to his room to make sure he wasn't gagging on blood. I'd hear him rustling around and it was back up there again. Finally at 5:45 AM I thwacked Joey on the head and made him go up there.
So not only do I feel like ass again today, I feel like crabby ass. Not to mention the fact that I wanted some Panera Baked Potato Soup yesterday, never made it over there, and it's not on the menu on Sundays. Now that makes me crabby. Plus we're out of laundry detergent unbeknownst to me and will have to venture out in the rain yet again to get some. Joey offered to go, and I might take him up on it just so I can either sleep or finally get to watch those two episodes of Six Feet Under that I re-recorded last night after they mysteriously disappeared off our DVR last week....
On a good note, Monkey Man does seem to feel a lot better today. Still has never run a fever, so if that continues it will be off for school tomorrow. And if I had some sick leave left, I'd be on the couch catching up on Jerry Springer. Hoping to catch up with some of our relatives that I haven't seen in a while....
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I know that was not supposed to be funny, but true to form it was hilarious. I hope you're feeling better and hope Joey has a better night.
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