BAD STUFF

Okay, tonight I'm going to gripe, moan and blog about all the crap that's wrong around here. Let me do it. Just give me this moment. Then tomorrow I'll blog about all that is right, good and wonderful in our little corner of the world. But right now, I need to vent. Complain. Unwind. Frustrated to the nth degree.

Last Thursday Colby was whiny and crying at school. Well, we know that's not all that unusual lately. However, he continued to cry and fuss after getting home from school. Then his heart rate started to go up, up, up. Not good. Yep, sweet boy had a fever. Got up to 101 that night. He was miserable, which made me miserable. Colby was crying and looked so pitiful, just broke my heart. We took him to the pediatrician's office on Friday. His regular doctor wasn't in the office and we had to see someone new. Actually I was just thankful because we got an appointment and were in and out of there in 40 minutes. Double ear infection. Are you freaking kidding me?! I don't think Colby has ever had an ear infection. Started a 10-day course of Augmentin and started alternating Tylenol and Motrin. You know what comes after starting an antibiotic, yep, diarrhea. My guess is it's from the pool. Time for cotton and ear plugs. Figures. The one thing Colby truly loves and looks forward to manages to make him sick. Kept him home from school today, too. He's just not quite ready. Blah.

So last night I go to pay my credit card bill. I use my credit card, but I'm a good girl and pay it off every month. Imagine my surprise when I saw that my balance was way more than I was expecting - $10, 675.38 more to be exact. OMG the most sickening feeling came over me. I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, vomit or shit my britches. Upon a little investigation, I discovered Apria, the most inept, incompetent, stupid, worthless, pathetic loser DME company in the universe, has put 5 charges on my credit card, unbeknownst to me. I spent approximately 3 hours on the phone today with my credit card and the Apria idiots trying to get things worked out. Ridiculous. Awful. Pisses me off to no end.

And to top it all off, I have to work all week. Sure, you're probably sitting there saying well big deal, I work all week every week. Well, good for you, I don't. My full time job is taking care of Colby and all things Colby related. I'm at work today, worried about how Colby is feeling. Feeling guilty as hell that I'm away from him. Worried about my freaking credit card statement. Worried about the house and how things aren't getting done at the pace I want. Worried about having too many worries. I can only imagine how awful, tired, haggard and stressed my face looked today. Ah well who cares. Tomorrow will be better. I said it will be better so by golly, it will be. As long as some stupid crap or person doesn't come along and screw it up. I don't want to go to work. I don't want to leave Colby. He needs his mama, or actually his mama needs him. I don't want to deal with these idiots at Apria. I can't handle their stupidity anymore. DONE with those morons. What I really want to do is crawl in bed and cry myself to sleep. But honestly, I'm too tired for that. So I'll read some Harry Potter to Colby instead. End my day on a good note. I'll do what I do when times are a little rough. Suck it up, Buttercup! Deal with it. Things will get better, they always do.