I'm sick. Again. God damn it. Why am I always sick?? I hate my immune system (or what passes for it anyways). The worst part is that Mary is sick too, again. The snot, the whining, the weeping, the demanding cuddles, then demanding to be put down, then demanding to be picked up...it just never freaking ends. Every noise she makes right now is like someone stabbing needles into my ears, even when she's laughing it hurts. The positve part is that I have the car now, so I can actually make a doctors appointment. I think it's time for that, even though I know what he'll say.
Mary had her MMR and Chickenpox vaccines yesterday, and it was awful, the worst vaccines yet. She screamed bloody murder for about 10 minutes. I had no idea they give those in the arms...her poor skinny little arms. Of course before actually poking her, the nurse filled my brain with all the horrible side effects that these vaccines could cause...encephalitis, thrombocytopenia, febrile seizures. Ugh. Oh, and she sent me home with tonnes of information about speach delay and the like, even though I told her that I'm not worried yet.
The worst part of this week so far has to be the confirmation that Ian is going to be going very far away with work, and likely very soon. I could handle Calgary, or anywhere in Canada really. But this...I'm trying to be supportive, but I'm really scared.
Well, Mary is screaming inconsolably once again, so I must sign off for now.