I knew when I went to bed last night that Bella wouldn’t be in school today. What I didn’t know was that Marty wouldn’t either. Or that Bella would get so much worse so quickly. Or that I would have to take so much time off work this week. Or that I would be spending a couple hours in the ER with the X.
I called Dr F’s office and got them to work in both kids. By the time we got in the exam room Bella was miserable and then she started vomiting. Marty tried his best to make her feel better but he wasn’t feeling so hot either. Dr F realized there was more going on than what he had equipment and specialization to treat and sent us to the local children’s hospital ER.
Bella wanted her dad there, so I had Marty call him. After yesterday’s fiasco I didn’t care to talk to him any more than necessary. By the time the ER ran cultures and blood work and gave her nausea medicine and IV liquids I had had quite enough of X. I was really glad I hadn’t scheduled the principal meeting for today.
As the evening wore on, Marty got gradually worse, and I have serious doubts whether he will be in school tomorrow. I hate to say it but I think we’re looking at summer school. I am going to try and talk my way out of it in the morning but it will be just me and whoever the school thinks they need to put me in my place. I’m guessing it will be 3 or 4 people all telling me why they can’t do anything besides what they have already suggested.
I had two different people lined up to possibly go with me for moral support but neither one worked out. I hate feeling like it’s me against the world. At this point I just hope I don’t start crying. I hate being depressed, and days like today just make it worse.