Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Youthful Magic Moments

I never intended to have a medical blog. Or a blog so medically-heavy. But whatever. My blog. My life. My boobs that I seriously contemplated cutting off.

Um, what?

OH YEAH, YOU HEARD ME. Cutting off my boobs seemed (heh, still seems) like a good idea.

'Cause I got Mastitis again. 'Causes someone bit the holy hell out of me and made me bleed, bleed, bleed multiple times despite workin' on weaning.

So, yes. Fever over 104 for two days. Dizziness. Big red streaks across my boob (B is for boobie, which is no longer good enough for E! Oh, boobie, boobie, boobie starts with B) and to gild the lily, non-gluten-free medicine taken for 24 hours.

'Cause you know, the Mastitis alone was simply not good enough.

Six days later and I've been fever-free for less than 24 hours but oh-so-much-better. Aaron went back to work today. I was able to carry the baby without fear of dropping him. Life is good.

In all honestly, I don't remember too much. I've been told that crazy-ass fever will do that to the brain. But my nerd-self can't help but wonder what else am I forgetting? Quantum mechanics? String theory? How to make a damn good gluten-free chocolate chip cookie?


One thing is for certain: Emerson is weaned. No more boobies for you!

6 comments:

Sarah Jackson said...

Oh honey. I hurt for you. xoxo.

Jersey Knitting Mama said...

My dearest! Mastitis Sucks A--! I had it. I feel for you. I'm so glad you are fever free. Take it easy and please do keep treating yourself to presents and yummies because you need rewards for doing a great job! Take good care.

Oh wow Emerson's face cleared up.

Unknown said...

oh man, mastitis is the worst... doh. Glad you're better. And hurray for weaning!!!

Kristi said...

I feel so bad for you, but I also have to tell you that your boobie song is hilarious. ;) We need to do lunch soon.

Unknown said...

Sigh and hugs...wish I could save you from the shit storm over your way

Liz said...

My thoughts are with you. I managed to avoid mastitis. Thankfully you won't get it again since the little guy is weaned.