Sick day.
We've all been fighting colds around here. Some are winning the battle a little better than others. My poor wheezy Harper...we had to take her to urgent care on Saturday because she is having breathing issues again. They gave her an oral steroid and told me to continue giving her nebulizer treatments which I had already started the day before. Unfortunately the albuterol doesn't seem to be helping her very much and it was back to the doctor again first thing this morning. Now we've added pulmicort to the mix...so that means regular breathing treatments every four hours (including waking her up at night) and steroid breathing treatments twice a day. Just keeping her medicated is a full time job in itself - ha. She's been officially diagnosed with reactive airway disease and the dreaded A-word has been mentioned several times. I so hope she grows out of all of this mess!
I'm feeling pretty yucky myself but the worst part is seeing Harper so miserable. I hate seeing her sick and struggling to breathe and I'm trying not to drive myself crazy with anxiety...but if I'm being honest it hasn't been easy. I sometimes miss the ability to call in sick to work and stay under the covers all day and hide. Hmmm, I'm not sure but I think there's a slight chance I may be in a funk. ;)
Part of that funkprobably definitely has a little to do with our pharmacy experience this morning. We needed milk and I was pretty pumped to have a coupon for $0.75 off. Which I realize might make me sound a little pathetic, but hey, $0.75 is still $0.75! So I had a little extra pep in my step as I made my way back to the pharmacy counter to check out and pick up Harper's prescriptions. And then the-perfectly-nice-but-bearer-of-very-bad-news-pharmacist informed me that her medications were....wait for it....THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY DOLLARS. $380! Suddenly I wasn't so excited about getting my milk on sale.
Blah, blah, blah. Debbie Downer. The end.
I'm feeling pretty yucky myself but the worst part is seeing Harper so miserable. I hate seeing her sick and struggling to breathe and I'm trying not to drive myself crazy with anxiety...but if I'm being honest it hasn't been easy. I sometimes miss the ability to call in sick to work and stay under the covers all day and hide. Hmmm, I'm not sure but I think there's a slight chance I may be in a funk. ;)
Part of that funk
Blah, blah, blah. Debbie Downer. The end.
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Hope she's feeling (and breathing) much better!