It has been another one of those weeks around here. Just one thing after another. I’ve gotten very little done, so now everything’s all piled up and it’s driving me nuts.
First there was the whole Mom-in-the-hospital thing. I went to see her on Sunday, but didn’t really have anything planned for that day. But her procedure was on Monday, and I spent most of the day worrying about that until they called and let me know all was well and that she would be going home on Tuesday. I felt better, and thought maybe things would get back to normal. If only.
Tuesday Hubby came home from work to go to the doctor. He slept until it was time to go, so I did get a little done that morning. But once he went in, it was all over but the crying. Turns out he had MRSA, and as you probably know, that’s some pretty serious stuff. I wasn’t too worried myself, because he’s been keeping the boils clean and covered at all times and the doctor seemed confident that the two rounds of antibiotics and ointment she put him on would take care of it. But he absolutely freaked out. I spent the rest of the day and that evening listening to him mull over every aspect of it, wondering where he got it (from work we think), obsessing over possibly giving it to Pumpkin and I (no signs so far), and on and on and on. Not to mention all the soaking and cleaning and application of ointment and bandaging, and the segregation of the laundry, spraying of Lysol and all that fun stuff.
The doctor said it was fine to go to work on Wednesday, as long as he kept everything clean and covered. But Pumpkin was sick that day, so I didn’t get much done then either. I took her to the doctor because she was complaining with her stomach and throat, and my first thought was strep. She tested her for it, and it came up negative, so she did a test for a different type of it that had to be sent off. But she said she was really just being cautious since she had a history of it, and she thought it was just a mild virus. I think she was right, because she’s doing fine today.
Today I got up thinking maybe, just maybe I would get something done. I have writing work to do, but there’s also a ton of housework piled up thanks to all of these disruptions. Dishes, messy living room, disinfection of everything and all that good stuff. Unfortunately, I can’t do most of it. Why? Because the water decided to quit running this morning. I’m pretty sure that there is air in the line, because we’ve been having pressure problems for a week or so. But I don’t know how to fix it. Hubby said he would take care of it when he got home, but that doesn’t help me right now. I can’t wash a dish, or clean the bathroom, or even take a shower. Arghh!
I also haven’t been able to do much laundry this week. It has rained almost incessantly, so I can’t hang anything out and still don’t have my dryer hooked up. I washed two loads and took them to the laundrymat after I took Pumpkin to the doctor yesterday, so hopefully that will get us through for a few days.It’s not raining right now, but they’re calling for it later on, and besides that the basement is very wet and muddy thanks to the leakage that Hubby hasn’t gotten around to fixing yet. So I’m not particularly inclined to trek down there to wash a load of clothes that may or may not get dry.
Edited on 5/8 to add: I just realized how dumb that last paragraph was. Actually I thought about it late last night, and had to come back and look to make sure I wrote something that stupid. You can’t wash clothes with no water! Not gonna delete it though, I’ll leave it up for everyone’s amusement.
I’m determined to get something done today. I’m not sure how far that determination will get me, because I’ve got so much on my mind, but hopefully I’ll get at least a little mileage out of it.