On the Sunday after The Move, I started feeling a little under the weather. I chalked it up to all the stress of dealing with the shiftless movers and the constant exhaustion from the thyroid issues. But when I woke up Monday morning, my throat hurt and my ears were hurting. I had to take Lottie back to the doctor for her follow-up appointment that morning, so I figured I could call and see the doctor myself while we were there. Au contraire. When I called to get an appointment for me, I was told that because I was a new patient, there was no way I could be seen that day. I was already on the edge, and hearing that news didn't sit well with me. I hung up the phone and promptly burst into tears. I wasn't sixty seconds into my tantrum when my cell phone rang with a call from a Lexington number. It was my endocrinologist's office calling to say that my next appointment had to be rescheduled because both my doctor and his assistant would be out of town. Uh huh. GREAT timing. I had been waiting for this appointment because I know that my thyroid medication still isn't working, and I need some answers before I start Hulk-smashing everything in sight. Already in tears, I explained to the nurse on the phone that I was driving six hours to get to the appointment, and there was no way I was going to give up my slot. She was very kind and said I could keep the appointment and see another doctor in the practice. Crisis averted. But I was still sick and feeling worse by the minute. I visited a Minute Clinic at a local CVS and was diagnosed with an ear infection. I left with a prescription and the hope that I would be much better the next morning. You know where this is going, right?
There is no way I would have made it through the last few weeks without my family and friends. My parents have been indispensable: they have helped with the kids, the house, and meals. My brother and sister-in-law have moved furniture, watched the kids, and made us laugh and feel at home. My buddy Jim Long came from Indianapolis to help unpack boxes and kick-start the organization process. And Tiffany watched the kids while I napped during all of the sick, organized my kitchen, and kept me company while I was super-crabby and miserable. T knows when to make me laugh, when to hug me, and when to buy me chocolate. It can't get much better than that. Thanks to all of you who have helped make the last few weeks bearable.
Now would be the perfect time to rest and get into a routine, right? Negatory. We're leaving for Lexington tomorrow morning for four days. Trevor has some work to do there, and I have the appointment with the random endocrinologist Monday morning. All I really want to do is finish putting things on the walls in my house and get fully settled-in, but I suppose that can wait until next week. All that AND kindergarten registration. Should be a typical few weeks to come. :)