The deed is done...

In 6-8 weeks, I will no longer be able to get pregnant.  At least, that's what I'm thinking.  Given how Murphy likes me so much, Hubby's vasectomy will be one of those 1 in 5000 or so that grows back.  Therefore making me pregnant again, Hubby questioning his vasectomy and/or my faithfulness, you know.  Murphy loves that kinda thing.  

Surprisingly I'm not sad about it.  I haven't really thought much about it to tell you the truth.  Hubby drove himself to and from the procedure and went back to work afterward.  The superman tried to work a full day but he's on his way home now.  Sorry, but if I had just gotten sliced into I don't think I would be sitting at work.  I'd be at home with a very large ice pack.  ;oD  Soooo, I'm thankful for the family I have now and I'm ready for us to move forward.  NOW at least.  Give me a few years and I'll probably want another one at some point.

Can you believe I'm sick?  AGAIN?!  I've got a double ear infection, upper respiratory infection and feel like I've slid down a banister of razors straight into a pool of alcohol (Yeah, I'm that achy).  I started feeling pretty rotten yesterday and low and behold around 3 am I wake up with a fever and chills.  Tylenol kicks in two hours later and I'm sweating like a pig.  I slept like a 9 month pregnant woman that had two ear infections.  Peed about 6 times and can't even describe how bad it was.  Got up around 7:30 and Punky comes walking out crying.

"What's wrong Punky?"

"My eye hurts."

I look.  It's pussy, red and matted.  Yup.  Punky has pink eye.  Probably the little girl from church who had a week or so ago that was in her Bible class.  Ugh.  I call the pediatrician and thankfully they just called her in something after I described it.

Then I took Chicken to the Aunt's house to be watched while I go to the doc in the box at the end of our street.  Punky came with me because I didn't want to infect everyone with pink eye.  We sit for well over an hour before getting back to the room.  I pick Chicken up and I make them lunch.  They nap.  They wake up.  Things are going somewhat smoothly and I get a phone call from Hubby.

Punky's eye medicine is $75.  Now surely as common as pink eye is, this isn't the only thing they can give her.  No.  Wait!  She's been cancelled or expired from insurance.  Yup, a huge glitch.  There Hubby is, sliced balls and all standing in Wal-Mart trying to figure out the whole insurance thing.  Poor thing.  He wasn't a happy camper!  Hopefully he can get some rest this evening for sure!

Say a prayer for us.  It's been a REALLY hard, long day.