Meaning Well...

I have been meaning to post recently, but after our stint in the hospital (the infection got WAY worse, for those who haven't heard), I've been kinda in the dumps. It doesn't help that Clint has been home in the evenings (ie:on the computer), so I can't really post. The combination of the two has just killed any writing that might have reared its little wordy head. And I'm trying hard not to whine, which is what usually tries to come out when I sit down at the keyboard. More when I'm less pissed-off at life. Soon, I hope.

The Emergency Zit

Clint woke up Saturday morning with a red welt and a little sore on his arm, and thought that maybe it was a spider bite. Throughout the day, the spot spread and got larger and more painful (to the point where it hurt to even move his arm), and by Saturday night, it was a red spot about the size of a baseball, with a sore about the size of half a dime (but round). By Sunday, the redness and swelling had spread further, and he was running a fever, though he said it didn't hurt as much. I was starting to believe that if this was, indeed, a spider bite, then he might need some medical attention. This morning, before I left for work, it appeared that his fever had broken, but when I spoke to him at 9:30, he said it didn't really feel better and had spread further (by now, the red 'spot' wrapped almost completely around his arm). At 2:00, he called to tell me he was going to the hospital. Apparently, the guys at work have more sway than I do (or, at least, scary spider bite stories).

(WARNING-this next part is groooooss)

So, Clint went to the hospital and told the doc he thought it was a spider bite. The doctor took one look at it and said 'Nope. Abscessed hair follicle.' Then he proceeded to give Clint a Lidocaine shot and tell him 'This is gonna hurt a lot.' Then he CUT A ONE INCH SLICE into his forearm, squeezed the dickens out of it, and drained puss about the volume of a golf ball from Clint's forearm. G.R.O.S.S. Then he packed it, dressed it, and charged us $1200.

The end.

Uggg....

I'm sick. Again! We just got done having some sort of nasty, week-long sore-throat and achy thing go through the whole family (and then Clint's family, due to his brother coming to stay with us right in the middle). And now, I've got something similar. Sore throat, achy, fever. And Max just went through a bout of pink eye this weekend. And Clint got bit by a spider. All, literally, the day/weekend my health insurance expired. Awesome.

Tired. of. being. sick.

Contradictory Day

Yay for jobs!

Boo for cars that don't start...twice...

Yay for old friends moving back to town!

Boo for un-done laundry...two days in a row...

Yay for surprises for others...

Boo for bad rounds of golf (better luck next year, Jay)...

That Time of Year...

It's Wedding Season! I love weddings... I know I'm one of the few crazies out there, but I really do. I think that being a wedding planner would be the best...I could look at wedding stuff all day. Anyway, we've already been to one beautiful wedding for Mr. & Mrs. Troutman, and we've got our second on Friday for Meredith & Jeremiah! Congrats, kids!