So Friday I really thought I was going to die. Which was an unfortunate waste of time, since it turns out I’m not!
A couple of things happened. First, I emailed a friend who just happens to be my previous OB/GYN and basically asked her if I had cancer. And she responded- immediately- that based on what I told her (and you’ll have to trust me that I went into an embarrassing amount of detail) that I DEFINITELY DID NOT have IBC. Which I found reassuring since I thought for sure she’d say “It’s probably nothing but you should be seen by your doctor”, or something along those lines.
Second, I woke Saturday morning with all the redness and streaking gone. Now do YOU think IBC would make such miraculous improvements in such a short time? (Actually, I have no idea if it can… and I’ll be damned if I’m going to try to find out.)
So anyway. No more internet doctoring for me. A bid you adieu, Dr. Google.
Additionally, I can’t believe it’s Sunday night already. I’m feeling like a jerk for being all “Zoh! I zink I haz da CANZER!” and then disappearing for 2 days.
But truly, we were home for about 10 minutes- total- this weekend. And do you want to know what we did in those ten minutes? (Spoiler: I’m going to tell you anyway.) We mowed the yard, washed/folded/put away 9 loads of laundry, cleaned our house from top to bottom, and completely rearranged/cleaned/organized Joan and Kate’s room.
In TEN MINUTES.
Which just goes to show you (well, ME) that when we want to be productive, we can be productive. I think perhaps we had so much momentum, that it never even occurred to us to slow down.
[We also put around 200 miles on the minivan, participated in the MS Walk, went grocery shopping 2x, delivered around 15 May baskets, drove the girls to Barf E Cheese for a bday party, had an art show (for J & K) and a gymnastics class (for M), and had dinner with friends.]
We are definitely a family that works best- and most efficiently- under pressure. Which makes me wonder how many days of retirement it’ll take us to transform ourselves into gelatinous balls of goo, due to lazy, unscheduled days…
So, anyway, here’s to ending a busy and happy weekend thankful for good health and deliciously tired. Cheers!