The last couple of nights I've been running a fever and after getting some bogus (does anyone still use that word?) advice I finally got through to my doctor last night. He told me as long as it didn't get worse to stay home and see him this morning but if anything changed I needed to get myself to the ER.
I've always wanted to say that.
Anyways nothing eventful happened last night, which wouldn't have mattered since Josh left for work at 3am, so I went this morning after getting the kids off to school and daycare.
Then it happened.
My least favorite thing in the world.
I'm sure if you've read my blog for the last week you can guess.
They put a drain back in.
I cried and told him that I did everything he told me too.
He said and I quote "It's not you, it's me."
Why do I always get the doctors with a sense of humor? :)
At least we got to go to the Seabee Ball.