For me, a trip to the ER has become a little too commonplace.
Because it had been a while, we went ahead and visited on Saturday.
It was the strangest thing, really. I was in the bed, lounging, reading my Twitter feed and a few friends were discussing [something pretty damn gross].
"Hm. I've had that happen before. It is no bueno," I thought to myself.
And then, I turned over to my side, coughed, and [that same something happened].
So I called BD to show him the proof and he was all "ewwww" and suggested that I contact a medical professional.
I made the call, got the answering service, explained my situation, and waited on a call back.
And, because I'm that kind of person, I decided that before we did anything, we needed to go to Costco.
Because I'd be fired up if I ended up admitted and couldn't use my coupon.
Turns out that the advice I got was to go to someone's urgent-type facility, so after I did what I wanted (I know, I know), we went to the hospital. It actually made more sense to go there than somewhere else based on my insurance coverage, plus I knew that if I needed tests, I'd already be in the right place.
Thankfully, traffic was light in there during that time, so we were in and out in a relatively quick 2+ hours. Playette enjoyed the time outside with her dad after I had to kick her out of my room for touching everything and just plain being four years old and I played with my phone in between repeating my same story to every person that walked into the room (what's the point of them taking notes, anyway?).
A chest x-ray later, it was revealed that I, thankfully, do not have pneumonia again some more, so I was released on my own recognizance.
We celebrated with lunch at a new-to-us place and then went home to football for them and a nap for me.
We are some serious party animals over here, y'all.
After that, things were pretty tame for the rest of the weekend. BD put up the tree, I rested and addressed envelopes, Playette did her silly little thing as she is prone to do.
I just realized today that we are sooo booked for the next six weeks or so. Going here, running there, parties, family time. And I just found out that I have reserve duty in January. I'm excited for what I'll be doing, but bummed to have to leave my peeps behind. I know first-hand how Playette gets when BD leaves and the thought of her missing me that badly just makes my icy heart crumble a little around the edges. Poor little boobah.
Or she could just be thrilled to have me gone. Who knows.
Oh, and I know I've kept you all dangling for deets. It won't be long now. Promise!
Maybe I should put a Neicy Nash flower in my hair for Reveal Day.