48 hours

In the last 48 hours, I have:

~my husband is averse to second opinions.

~realized that 104 degrees is not just a temperature in Texas.

~when my daughter has a fever, she has a major appetite for breast milk

~My boobs can only tolerate so much

~mastitis is debilitating

~mastitis is not for the weak

~I am the weak

~I hallucinate with a fever of 102.6

~My 5yo and 2yo played not only doctor, but gynecologist on me while I lay in bed in “udder” agony. Mind you , their doctors kit was combined with a Bob the Builder tool kit, so they sawed off my left boob, my foot, put drill bits in my ears, and then hammered my head with a plastic hammer in an effort to rid me of my headache.

~They make Tylenol in strengths greater than 500mg

~I took 2 of them.

~It feels weird to have a temp of 96.3…chilling in fact

~It is 95 degrees out and I have on a Patagonia synchilla snap tee and am still cold.

And the number one thing that I have learned in 48 hours? That I can kill with one look.

~after running a high fever, my boob mottled in red, frequent trips to the bathroom to retch, I sat on the couch this morning and my husband said “You aren’t faking this to generate sympathy are you?” Of course he was joking, but you understand I still had to kill him. It was quick and painless, and now he is in a better place.