Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Call me Oscar
I hate days like today.
Olivia woke me up at 4 a.m. to tell me that she'd forgotten to hook back up to her pump after her shower last night and now her blood sugar was 563. Oy. She was down to 240 by 6 a.m., so I sent her to school, but no sooner had she arrived than she puked, so now she's home with my mother. Her blood sugar is fine - 141 - but she still feels like crap.
I had to have my mother pick her up because I had to take Isobel to the doctor's. I thought she had yet another ear infection because she's been pulling at her head and very fussy at night, but she doesn't. This is good, because the pediatrician was talking about doing tubes if she got another one, but it's bad because now I have no idea what's wrong with her, other than she's 13 months old and this is what 13 month-olds do. It's infuriating.
What has sent me into full-blown pissed offedness, though, is the fact that, yet again, I had to wait half an hour in the exam room at the doctor's office. I had an appointment at 8:45 a.m.. HOW can you be running late already??? And WHY can't one of the nurses TELL me what's going on? Last week, I waited an hour and ten minutes to see the pediatrician. I need to find out who to complain to because this is pissing me off no end. I have a job I need to get to because I need to get paid and not get fired, thank you very much!
Mark has been advised that I'm Not Fit Company. If he knows what's good for him, he'll go play hockey or something. He's already in the dog house, which is another story.