You may remember my post last week about Sean traveling and how it sucked being a single parent for a week. I wrote about my revenge, planning my own week away, so he would have to take care of the kids by himself. Well, as they say, karma’s a bitch.
Last Wednesday I started getting a headache. It was really hot here, I had four kids all day and five at one point. They were in and out of the house so I couldn’t turn the air on and I didn’t sit down much that day. I blamed the headache on dehydration and overdoing it. Thursday, the headache was still there. Again, I just thought it was residual from the day before.
As Thursday went on, my headache got worse and worse. I had a hard time turning my neck, it made my head hurt so much. I thought maybe I had a migraine. I’d never had one before, but maybe. We had a birthday party Thursday afternoon, when we got home around 7, I went to bed and made Sean take care of the girls.
I woke up about 1, with the worst headache ever. After a half hour, I decided I should go to the emergency room. I woke Sean and he got the girls ready as I held my head, trying to keep it from exploding. We spent the night in the emergency room where I got a CT scan, IV fluids, morphine, and a spinal tap. Diagnosis: viral meningitis.
The treatment is to let the virus run its course and take lots of pain meds and stay in bed to rest. So I got my wish, I have a week or more off and Sean has to take care of the kids himself, plus run me to the doctor and pick up all my meds. I was thinking more a beach vacation, but maybe in my Percoset induced bizarre dreams I’ll wind up on a beach.
Ever had karma give you a good slap? What happened? Know any good jokes? Entertain me, I’m in bed for a week.