Total System Failure

The hits just keep on coming.

So yesterday afternoon when I got home from work, I called the doctor about Luke's eyes and he agreed it was probably pink eye and they called in a prescription. After his nap, I got him up to go to the drug store to pick it up, but as I was changing his diaper I noticed a huge red rash on his back, almost hive-like. And it had spread to his neck and behind his ears. I put him in an Aveeno oatmeal bath and called the doctor, again.

I got the same phone nurse, and she said to bring him in to the after hours clinic since it was already 3:45 p.m. and they didn't have anything left that day. Thankfully Luke's doctor was the after hours doc, so we got to see him (he is the best Peed ever).

Dr. S. confirmed what DH and I thought--Luke's allergic to penicillin. Mark is, so it's not a surprise that Luke is too. He's got a new antibiotic now, and has to stay out of day care one more day because he didn't start the eye drops until yesterday at 4:30 and has to be treated for 24 hours.

Needless to say, since I was at the doctor at 6:30, and at the drugstore dropping off the Rx at 7:15, and back at the drugstore picking up the Rx at 8:00 (which took 30 minutes--it was freaking packed), I didn't get to run. Dammit.

And, because I am self destructive this way and was living on very little sleep for 2 nights and I was pissed beyond measure at the total system meltdown I've been experiencing, I ate Twinkies. Not just one twin pack, but two. I needed cake. I needed the comfort of cake. And a cheap imitation of cake was the quickest fix I could find. Walgreens was my drug pusher last night.

I ate my crack in the car, and of course hid the evidence. And later I felt bad about it, but you know what, I didn't feel that bad. I'm just giving myself a break on this. I'm always going to have a food addiction. It's keeping it in check and doing the right things more often than not that's going to keep my weight and my problem in check.

Last night I did get some sleep (after watching American Idol and being totally miffed at the outcome. What the hell is wrong with America?), mainly thanks to a xanax and the fact that Luke is finally on the right meds and slept well (he only got up once at 3 a.m. to go potty and drink some milk).

Today I'm home with him since he's still contagious, and I'll be doing some work from home. I have no idea if I'll run today. I can only hope it works out. At this point, I'm just having to go with the flow.

And take another xanax if things get really bad. Better living through chemicals, baby. Better living through chemicals.