First of all, I don't have time for this crap. Not that you do. Like anybody sits around thinking, hey, I'll go to the doctor, maybe I'll get diagnosed with something. Like anybody wants to be sick in any way. But Colby needs me. He needs his mama and I can't take care of him right now. No lifting for 10 to 14 days, so I can't change him, put on his shaky vest or sit him up without help. Hate it, hate it, hate it. Makes me extremely sad and grumpy. Not to mention I'm 56 hours post right hemithyroidectomy and already bored out of my freaking mind. I'm watching a Big Bang Theory marathon and Colleen is in there getting Colby ready for bed. I have care covered for Colby tomorrow from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. but after that, I'm going to start spacing out the help. I should be able to handle it for the most part. I feel pretty darn spry considering my throat was cut open 2 days ago. Much better with this surgery compared to the first. I have a sore throat and a little, tiny headache, but that's about it.
Second of all, I don't have adequate coverage for Colby anyways. The nursing agency I use, in all its glory and wonderfulness, still doesn't have the extra nursing hours I requested approved. This really should be a no brainer. Medicaid approved the hours the first time I asked for them, but then surgery had to be rescheduled. So what's the big freakin deal? All that changed is the surgery date. I'm asking for the same exact coverage. DUH. Every time I call to check on the hours, they say they need some extra documentation from me. Oh and not to mention I'm short a nurse right now also. Gonna be an interesting next couple of weeks, that's for sure.
I'm going to go cuddle up with my sweet boy now. At least I can still do that. This sucks. Really sucks. Don't want to deal with it. I'd rather be living back on Denial Street. Much easier to deal with all this when I was there. Hate this, hate this, hate this.
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