Gratitude: Doctors...

Good news.

I do not have a brain tumor.

For about 45 minutes this morning, the emergency clinic doctor had me just a little concerned that I might.

You know, you go in for one thing and then, bam!...brain tumor.  

The joke in college about our student health clinic was you went in for a cold and came out pregnant.  Not sure I even went to the on campus clinic in college.  Chris did once though and thankfully, he was not pregnant when he left.

So the idea that I could walk into the 24 hour clinic with a throbbing, two-day old headache and come out with a brain tumor didn't really seem that far fetched.  

The headache started Sunday.  Probably while I was cooking lunch and throwing dinner in the crock pot.  Aubrey Kate wanted desperately to help.  And try as she might, she was really only making it worse.  She was asking the same questions over and over and over...and over again.

Patience is not her strong suit.

I got a nice break during nap time but between Rhys crying during small group (poor fella is awake a long time during small group) and then the usual dinner, play, clean, bath, bottle, clean, bath, story and bed routine, my head was over it.

I took drugs but it wasn't enough to touch it.  I didn't get a whole lot of sleep Sunday night either.  Y'all know that feeling.  When your head throbs too much to let you sleep.  

Yesterday was miserable.  I couldn't stand up or sit down or even turn my head to the side without the feeling like my head was going to explode.  Aubrey Kate watched a whole heck of a lot of TV.  Rhys didn't fair much better.  At one point, I put him in the swing and then sat in front of it to play with him.  

I couldn't hold him anymore.

The nausea hit around lunch time.  After which I decided eating was not a good plan.  Didn't lose any weight though which is ridiculously annoying.  

The best news was Chris not only had to be at school but then had some sort of auditions last night so he never came home.  

Y'all are so totally jealous of my husband's job, aren't you?

I had AK in her crib by 7:50 pm.  

Around 6:45 pm, I had downed three Tylenol PM and four Advil in the hopes of getting to sleep.  I was in bed myself before 8 and asleep in about 2 minutes.  

Sleep didn't last long.  I tossed and turned all night.  The throbbing only got worse.  

By this morning, Chris said I had to go to the doctor.  So I loaded up and headed to the only clinic in town.  

An hour and half later, I'd had three doses of drugs via an IV, had a CAT scan and was given strict instructions to be on bed rest for the next 24 hours.

How I managed not to laugh out loud at the super hunky doctor is a sheer miracle.

I didn't even mention the bed rest part to Chris because by the time I got home Dude was literally almost throwing Rhys to me with his bag on his shoulder already.

(SIDE NOTE:  Chris watched the kids Saturday while I went to the onesie Mom event and I swear, when I got back, he looked at me and said, "I don't know how you do this everyday."  Prayer, lots and lots of prayer.)

We had a good bit to do today.  There were Thanksgiving plates to buy for preschools Sharing Lunch tomorrow and Rhys had his four month check-up today.  

By the time we'd been to the store and the doctor, where Rhys had to get four separate shots (good times), I thought, geez, I can't imagine how I managed to get a migraine.  

I don't throw around that word, migraine, all willy-nilly.  That's an actual medical diagnosis.  There are folks who genuinely suffer from migraines so I take that word seriously.  I have now had one twice and I think that's enough.  

But I very grateful for the doctor, although he was a little overly dramatic.  He gave me the right cocktail of drugs and within ten minutes the throbbing had almost gone completely.  

Doctors.  They are a smart bunch. 

Now, how about some cute baby pictures?  I mean, for real, this kid is adorable!