I don't even know what to say

19 June 2013

I woke up this morning to two puppies jumping on my bed. And just now, the childhood song about monkey's jumping on the bed is running through my head. Anyway; I woke up to Laika and Bailee jumping on my bed. Not trying to wake me up. They were just playing. Unfortunately, I was apparently in the way of their "fun."

I proceeded to drag myself out of bed and shuffle towards the kitchen with a single purpose in my life. Coffee. I needed coffee. Lots and lots of the good java that my loving husband pays dearly for it to be shipped to me from a coffee shop in Kentucky. Yes, yes...I am spoiled. Blah, blah, blah. Don't be a hater. Nobody likes those. 

Fast forward a few hours and you will see that I made it as far as the chair/ottoman in the family room, which is directly next to the kitchen and the closest area to the coffee maker. I have watched a couple episodes of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit and made a peanut butter & jelly sandwich as my lunch. I'm living large people. Y'all have no clue.

Phone rings a couple times. I've spoken to my mother, to a representative with the emergency clean up company who is coming out to make sure their equipment is still here (cause apparently someone has stolen it and sold it previously...I would just like to say that I wouldn't even know where to start on trying to do that. I don't even know what these things are actually called because I just call them "really big fans that make lots of noise".) Then my doctor had his nurse call me because they got the results back on some of my lab work. Now, I find out that I have blood in my urine and a really high WBC count. What the nurse didn't know was if my doctor wanted me to come back to his office so they can do a culture or if I was to go to the hospital for whatever reason. 

My plans for going to the golf course with my brother has temporarily been sidetracked. Seriously...I don't even know what to say anymore. Apparently, my entire body and immune system are just shutting down simultaneously. All I can do is pray and just do what the doctor says. 

Now? Now can I sleep until my love gets home?