Sunday, March 25, 2012

OK seriously, be cool 2012

As I have mentioned, the husband has been in Vegas. The girls went to hang out with the in-laws Thursday night though Saturday afternoon so that I could focus on work and have some quiet time.

Friday night, my wonderful mother-in-law called to saw Gizmo's eyes weren't looking right. A bit crusty. We chalked it up to a possible bout with allergies. But then Saturday dawned and the goop started. That's right, the pink eye goop. (For those of you playing along at home, this is our second round of pink eye. We've also had colds from hell, vertigo and a broken foot this year.)

I made arrangements to get the girls halfway between our house and the in-laws, which is about an hour away for each of us. I found the nearest open urgent care, of which there weren't many options given it was after 5 p.m. on a Saturday. They thankfully agreed to see her even though she isn't 18 months and then we waited. And waited. And waited. Trying to entertain two small people in a place crawling with germs is my seventh level of hell.

They finally called us back. The doctor didn't think it was pink eye at first and then agreed, that yes it was. He then gave me a lecture of things that should make me concerned - no tears, fever, problems urinating, etc. Dude, this isn't my first time at the rodeo. Hand over the damn presciption so I can get out of here.

We walked out 2 hours after we went in. I should mention that during this time, my right eye continued to water and hurt a wee bit. I didn't think much of it, trying to keep goopy-eyed Gizmo from licking every germ-infested surface in the place.

With prescription in hand, I went to four pharmacies. None were open. I googled 24-hour pharmacies. It gave some options. It lied. None were open. I was in a fairly bustling part of the state. It made no sense that I couldn't find one freaking pharmacy. After an hour of driving around, I decided to head home, thinking there was no way that if the state capital couldn't produce a 24-hour pharmacy, my teeny town wouldn't have one either.

I checked two places as we drove into town, four hours after I picked the girls up. The second place was open and even had a drive through. I told the pharmacist I loved him and had a fleeting thought of offering to make out with him but decided that would just be weird. Ten minutes later, we were on our way.

When we got home, I realized I too had the goop (as Peanut calls it) and quickly swiped some gel from Gizmo's tube and applied it.

Twenty-four hours later, my eye is clearing but Gizmo still looks a hot mess. I think she is teething on top of the goop. Here eyes are better but she is not a happy camper. God love her.

On the bright side, the husband made it back from Vegas safely. I didn't cry during the ordeal.

But seriously 2012, how about you cool it for awhile.


k said...

Sometimes people are available to do such good things in a very bad time, that I have had moments when I would lay with them in sin.


2012 needs to slow its roll in your household. Except for your husband. He, um, seems to be having a quite pleasant 2012.

Erica said...

I have such a terror of pink eye.