Mi vida loca + I know who doesn't have my back.

RAMBLING MADNESS!!!!!!!

It's been crazy around here lately, 10 days ago Lil Kel got upset at his sister and decided to throw a dresser drawer down the stairs, drawer lands on Roos head and we make a trip to the emergency room for a staple in the scalp(husband is off shore of course). 9 days ago L wakes up and can hardly get out of bed, she's in immense pain nearly from head to toe, and is unable to urinate. Also looks like she's gained 20lbs over night. So I take her to the Dr. and they are either too stupid, or don't have the right size catheter for her. I guess they have forgotten that children are sometimes as big or bigger than adults. They do some tests find nothing wrong and tell me to flood her with fluids and that if she still can't pee by the evening to take her to the ER. So we get her pipes working but she is still in immense pain and the next day she wakes up and I swear one leg is twice as big as the other, So I call for something to alleviate the pain, they say that she should take tylenol and I feel like saying, "I'm not a fucking moron, I'm calling you because she needs more than a tylenol you brain dead shit". So I think they told me to go to the ER just to get rid of me. Took her to the ER and after 8 hours of tests after test a dude that looks like a Hessidic Doogie Hauser (yeah imagine that) calls me in to a room and wants me to consider that fact that my daughter is a nut job and that there may not be anything wrong with her. To this I replied that it was possible that she is a wacko but that I genuinely believed that she was in pain and wacko or no how do you explain the swollen leg and weight gain. He said that this concerned him as well, but was dismissive and said that there was still one test that were waiting on. One that was suggested by the Children's Clinic that I take her to. So Doogie's shift ends, the test comes back and BINGO we have a winner. She's got Rhabdomyolosys (probably spelled that wrong). Rare, painful, and causes kidney failure. So she is hospitalized and all they do for her is take a bunch of blood and hydrate her. So after a couple of days the CPK (protein in her blood) is going down and I get them to let her continue her recovery at home. I am stressed to the hilt trying to take care of kids and be with L , my husband is off shore of course. 5 days ago Ranger 2nd baseball game, he hits the ball (AMAZINGLY! HE GETS A RUN) I'm ecstatic, elated. Until another kid hits the ball over the fence and all the boys run out to congratulate him on is home run and someone swings a bat and hits my baby in the head and there is blood gushing out of Roo's head and no man has the sense to take off their shirt for him. So big brother takes off his and after being checked out by one of the Dad's that is a plastic surgeon we are off to the ER again (I call SIL to bring big brother a shirt, and she says no she is playing darts at bar) she does call her 80 plus year old father to bring us one though. If I wante dto get the old dude out of bed I woud have called him. Fucking heartless bitch (She's now on the top of my shit list) A little after 3 am the same lady that put the staple in takes it out and gives him four stitches above the eye. Next day drive to San Antonio and take 2 delayed flights kids in tow to hook up with husband in Nashville. Honestly was so frazzled that I would have skipped the trip but I being a smart woman realize that if I throw away these non refundable tickets that frugal husband will never let us go anywhere again. Kel was supposed to wait up for us (finally made it to Nashville at about 11:30 pm). Anywho he fell asleep and big freaking surprise didn't get any of my calls. It takes an hour to wait in line and check to hotel, find him in bed asleep. In his defense he really didn't get my calls. Had a nice couple of days up until it was time to printout boarding passes at the hotel, I must have imagined that the lady who was waiting next to us complained about how slow I was. looked up at her and very seriously (NOT BITCHY AT ALL) said, " I just got on, I have 4 boarding passes to print out." She then said sorry, I was talking about the line in general not you. Well as the lady was saying this my ASSHOLE husband flicks me on the head. Because we all know who doesn't have my back. I think that in the unlikely event that I was ever in a physical altercation the man would probably help someone jump me. Then a wake up at 4 am to catch a couple of planes back to San Anton get in the car drive a few hours back. Find out when I get home that SIL didn't even really spend any time with L and went drinking nightly. Talked to SIl who doesn't deny it, she said she had trouble sleeping. L said SIL also had the nuts to criticize my housekeeping. Then Roo promptly starts to barf and barf and barf falls asleep and even barfs while he's sleeping. Husband walks through the door at midnight and since I am frazzled and not dressed I ask him to go to the 24 hour pharmacy and get aceteminophin suppositories for our feverish barfing boy. He looks at me like I'm a fucking idiot and says why can't you do it. I just got home I'm tired. I look at him, daggers in my eyes, expecting himto change his tune and say something like yes honey. So I grab my closest shoes (cowboy boots) with no socks, they really go great with my excersize pants and tie dye shirt. I slam the door on the way out. Get home and lay with sick boy on the couch until 6:30 am, then I tell stupid man to lay with him so I can nap til 8:30. I take Roo to the Dr. who is actually a Nurse practitioner who was such a freaking moron that I am rethinking ever having the kids seen by a NP again (and up until recently all the NP's we have ever seen totally rocked) Anywho they take his temp and it is close to normal but I tell them to take it under the arm because he just took a popsicle out of his mouth. They don't then the rocket scientist sends us to the lab and after waiting 20 minutes, ROO who is gifted prompts me to go leave the lab and ask what the hold up is. NP gos oh forgot it's closed on Sunday. No the bitch doesn't apologize. Then she wants to send me home with phenergan pills for the nausea and I look at her scarcely hiding the fact that I feel she is a freaking moron and very sweetly remind her that Roo is barfing and that he won't be able to hold it down. Then she looks all confused like she doesn't know what to do. So I say, how about a shot. Then she says but a shot won't last long, pills are better. I speak very very clearly and slowly. How about you give him both I suggested.Her face lit up like she just had her first intelligent thought for the day. So this is my life. THIS IS NOT FICTION!This is my life. My husband is a total shit.