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A Particularly Nasty Monday.

Yesterday was just one of those days.

Firstly–I hate having to wake up and drive 50 minutes to work in the cold and the dark and the snow.

Secondly–this is infinitely more difficult on a Monday.

Thirdly–this is even harder when the preceeding three days are spent in Las Vegas, painting the town and gorging one’s self on sunshine and shopping (stories and pics of shoes forthcoming, I promise.)

That being said, I was surprisingly cheerful upon arriving at work, this mood lasted approximately 5 minutes.  Vladd is diabetic, right?  So the first thing I do in the morning is check his blood sugar to make sure he’s where he’s supposed to be.  So I went into his room, like I always do, signed good morning, like I always do, and let him know it was time for his test…again, like I always do.  That’s where the normal routine ended.  Before I could complete this test (which I have down to 37 seconds or something), Vladd started vomiting.

It was all over him (thankfully missing me), all over the floor, the bed….ugh.  No bueno.  So, I cleaned that up as best I could, and then tested his blood only to find it astronomically high.  As in, four times higher than it was supposed to be.  FOUR TIMES HIGHER!  HOLY SWEAR WORDS AND WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!  I kind of panicked.  I hoped that the stress of throwing up had spiked it temporarily, so I gave him a glass of water and waited 10 minutes (while I continued to clean up vomit) and checked it again.  It was a titch lower, but still three times higher than normal.  In case you have not picked up on this yet…this is a rotten way to start your morning.  For me and for him.

The rest of the day has consisted of my cleaning vomit out of couches, carpet, more bedding, clothing, hardwood floors and spending an hour and a half waiting for doctors to tell me that my instincts (more fluids, lots of rest, keep checking his blood sugar–and praying to every diety imaginable that it would be slightly lower than last time) were correct.  Um.  Excuse me?  Couldn’t you have mentioned that AN HOUR AND A HALF AGO!  If these instincts are so correct, couldn’t the nurse who answered the phone have been a bit on the helpful side instead of prophesying doom and gloom and encouraging me to bring him in to the E.R.?  Ugh.  I’m still bugged about this.  Note: this kind of frustration does not help a bad day become anything but more frustrating.

That being said, I had big plans to tell you all about my Vegas vacation, the shoes that were purchased, the parties attended (and the shoes worn to said parties), the shows seen…but, well, those plans were drowned in Lysol and carpet cleaner before 8:30 am.  So, you’ll just have to wait another day…like, tomorrow.  Yes, tomorrow will be all about the shoes and the shopping and then some more shoes.

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