Shingles and Wisdom Teeth

David has been sick for days and days and days.  Of course, I could not get him to go to the doctor.  He had been feverish and had flu like symptoms, but then he started to have this pain on one side of his torso.  On Christmas Eve, I was forced to completely throw him under the bus and tell his parents on him.

Me:  Attention.  David is very ill and I cannot get him to go to the doctor.  Help.

And then I walked away while his kinfolk took over.  I do not think he was too pleased with me, but I am ok with that.  The dude does not take one minute off from work and he was getting worse and worse.

Finally, after about two weeks, I was able to take him to a walk in clinic.

His diagnosis?

Shingles.

Apparently SHINGLES is like bad news.  How is he still functioning?  Nobody knows.

Doctor:  I am going to prescribe you with some pain pills on top of the anti-viral medication.

David (barely able to sit normally in a chair.  Due to pain.):  No.  I am fine.  I do not need pain pills.

Me (ROLLING MY EYES for all the world to see and being the supportive wife that I so obviously am):  Maybe we should just take the pills home in case you do need them.

Over the course of the exam the doctor went from 7 pain pills to 14 based on how uncomfortable he looked, and then also approved a refill if he needed one.

David is acting like they are worth more than fine rubies and prides himself on the fact that he has hardly taken any, even though he admits he feels so much better after he takes one.

Me:  But why?  She said you can have a refill!

David:  But what if it runs out and then I have to GO BACK TO THE DOCTOR.

Me:  Don’t you think that if you are still in this much pain after a few weeks you should probably follow up?

Bleeding hearts of the world.

Oh.  And his medication cost a total of $4.72.  Which is far less than the amount of money we was spending at The Walmarts on Tylenol cold and flu.

Apparently his shingles was highly contagious.  And since I am the one who discovered the rash, and touched the rash, and went in the hot tub with rash boy, I am probably the most likely to also get shingles.

Me:  If you give this to me, be prepared to take care of me.  I will not be a hero.  I will be babied and I will take pain pills and you will feel badly for me.

Also.  I got my wisdom teeth removed during this.  And ouch!

The morning leading up to the surgery, I was panicked that I was going to say embarrassing things as a result of the anesthesia.  The minute I came to, I asked the nurse gal if I said anything embarrassing.  She told me no, but that I snored the entire time.

So, David and I have been quite the pair these days.  Which left the children in charge of some of the basic household duties.  And I have no idea how, but every single dish they run through the dishwasher comes out dirtier than before.

Me:  David, why is every dish grimey?

David:  The kids.

Me:  Ohhhh.  I see.

These are trying times, my friends.

The boys fight about everything and they have the most ridiculous fights.

Boy One:  You’re so dumb.

Boy Two:  Well, at least I am not ugly.

Boy One:  Well, you are being rude to God because he made me and I am not ugly.

Boy Two:  Nuh-uh

Boy One:  Uh-huh.

Boy Two:  Bet!

Boy One:  Bet!

Boy Two:  Bet!

Boy One:  Bet!

Does anyone else have kids who shout “bet”?  Like all the time?  I have actually banned the word “bet” from their vocabulary.  I mean, they did not listen, but I tried.  And can we not all agree that their fights are extremely mature in nature?

Oh!  And we surprised Hadley, the child formerly known as Daisy Mae, with her own puppy for Christmas!

Because why not have four dogs?  Seems normal.

Kate, the child formerly known as Sweet Pea, turned SEVENTEEN today.

I cannot load pictures today.  Perhaps some other time.

Later, Dudes.