This morning, it was even higher at 101.4. So we called the doctor. Of course, our pediatrician is on vacation! Nothing against her (oh my, I love her like I’ve never loved a doctor), everyone needs a vacation! However, it just figures! The last time E and I were sick, our doctor was out, too!

However, they made an appointment for us to come in at 11:45. That only gave us an hour and forty minutes to get ready and get there, and we ended up being 17 minutes late. So we got to wait, some more.

Oh, yes, this is where parents everywhere are gasping that we bothered to take her to the doctor at this point. Let me explain. She had no other symptoms that we could see, so with someone with her kidney and bladder issues? She needs to be checked right away for infections in those areas. I honestly can’t remember the temperature limit we were told for bringing her in for this but when talking to the on-call nurse she said we should take K in. I think the limit is somewhere around 100 or 101. Oh, and this is K’s FIRST fever. I don’t even remember her having any in the NICU and she has, in her 15 months, not been sick.

It ended up taking all of our day to drop E off with Grandma and Grandpa, go to the doctor, finally get lunch around 2:30, get through the store, and pick E up again. E already hates going with us to K’s appointments and he’s not very accommodating so as soon as I heard they were going to need to give K a catheter, for a urine sample, I knew he had to go somewhere else.

Poor baby, it was no fun for her either. Since Steve had to hold her for her shots last week, I guess it was my turn to hold her to get her cath. I swear, she was mad at me for the next half an hour. It was no fun. Thankfully it was over rather quickly.

They tested it there and didn’t find anything that would be telling of an infection but sent off a culture in the lab. If I don’t hear from the office by Friday, I’m supposed to call. In the meantime, we’re just supposed to keep an eye on her fever. If nothing comes back from the lab, they’re just going to chalk it up to an otherwise symptomless fever. (I am pretty positive she’s not teething, the doctor didn’t see anything else wrong such as an ear infection, and it’s been too long since the shots for them to be the cause.)

We had lunch at a rather new place called Oriental Buffet and when we were finished, Steve went to pay while I took K in search of a changing table in the bathroom. Their restrooms are off a hallway that you have to go through a door to get to. Right in front of that door, my feet just went right out from under me and I went down. Thankfully, I landed on my left knee and, I believe, my right foot was still planted where it started. A Chinese man was on break and he came running when he saw me go down and helped me up. The floor was really slick there, I guess it could have been water, but it seemed to greasy for water. There were no wet floor signs out. I went on into the bathroom and, not finding a changing table, headed back out. Three of the ladies that worked there were hovering around the door. “Are you ok, are you ok?!” I said I was fine, but now my knee hurts. Boo. My back, too, but I think that’s from tensing up when I fell, making sure I didn’t drop K and such. She was completely fine, thankfully.

I’m not sure I mentioned this, but this is actually the second time I’ve fallen with her… in a month. Unreal. I think I tripped once with E when he was little and it wasn’t a big deal because we both landed on the couch. The last time with K, I was stepping off our patio onto the stepping stones. I misjudged the step and landed partially off the stone, into wet grass. That set me off balance and I went down to the left. I was carrying her in the left arm, and now I see it in slow motion, I was able to pull her close so her head didn’t crash into the concrete patio. That freaked me out big time. This time was not that bad.

Steve said I should watch my step better but I swear, this time it was not my fault!

Well, now it’s over. Except for the healing process, of course. I just hope it’s a speedy process. I have many projects I have to get done, some by this Sunday. I don’t feel like just sleeping, I can’t fall asleep right now, but I don’t feel like doing anything of any value, either. I’m just sitting here playing Packrat and thinking about switching over to The Sims 2.

Elijah had his ENT appointment at the same time I was getting my teeth out. My mother-in-law had to take him, if we didn’t take this appointment, he wouldn’t have gotten in until September 19! His tonsils are still huge but they don’t seem to bother him much. They’re scary looking, though. So the ENT (which is the same one that did his tongue last year) gave him three more medicines and wants to see him in another month. I guess then if they’re not down, they’ll come out.

So that’s where we stand. I can’t stand tasting blood all the time like I am but putting the gauze in really gags me. So blah. I hope it heals soon. They said I wasn’t bleeding a lot, the nurse kept acting like it was good.

But it was so weird. Before today, I’d never been put out for anything before (that I’m aware of). The last thing I remember was looking at the ceiling, feeling some, like, popping in my head (like when you stand up too fast), then I woke up in recovery. I kept trying to lay down and go to sleep and they kept holding me up. I was really dizzy and my face numb. But I think I was pretty coherent. Apparently when the nurse mentioned they’d give me antibiotics, I told her I wanted a Diflucan, too. I don’t remember that, but Steve says I did. I am bewildered though, that I walked to recovery, because I don’t remember that, either!

So, once again, I’m very glad it’s over and I’m praying I recover quickly!!

This morning, I was adjusting the can and was apparently closer to the wall than I thought I was and when I stood up, I banged the back of my head into the bottom of the cabinets. I was lucid enough to consciously stop myself from cursing aloud but wow, talk about getting a headache instantly! That and my eyeballs, all around, were suddenly hurting, too.

I went and sat down for what felt like a little bit but I think actually turned out to be half an hour. I looked up the symptoms of a concussion ’cause Jared suggested I look into it (the thought hadn’t even occurred to me). Other than my head and eyes hurting, I only had dizziness for a bit after getting up. No other symptoms seemed like something I had.

But from then on, my productivity went right out the window. I’d been getting things done up until hitting my head but afterward it was like I had suddenly gotten ADD or something. I didn’t finish anything I wanted to today except mailing some candles, and even preparing those took me much longer than they should have. I kept walking off, getting distracted over the stupidest things, or nothing at all. Which apparently is a sign of a concussion…

I was finally able to take a bath and laid in there for a little while, got a phone call while I was in there from someone I don’t really know well, just know a bit from internet. He had some questions for me and I was able to keep up with the conversation though I stuttered a few times where I don’t think I normally would have. I got dressed and Elijah and I went to the bank and the post office, then we rented some movies, picked up some microwave popcorn at home, drove through McDonald’s for a cheeseburger each then headed to see Sarah. It’s her birthday today. I handled all that really well, and I was even able to fully watch Underdog with her and my mother-in-law. (Elijah preferred to play, wouldn’t give the movie much of a chance at all.)

But then, at 5, I said, “well, let’s put the other movie on!” It was Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium. Sarah said, “I don’t think we have time,” because she remembered that I had said I had a meeting in the library at 6. I brushed her off so she started the movie. Fifteen minutes later I looked at the clock and freaked, “we’ve got to go, now!” She was bewildered and like, “I told you so.”

Not to mention before this, my pain in my head was getting worse/noticeable so I’d taken some Tylenol. (Had had Ibuprofen earlier.) It wasn’t helping so I went for some more Ibuprofen, but when I got up I was kind of dizzy again… and very tired.

Made it back to the house, gave Elijah to Steve who was home now and we went to the community center. Me and one other lady were the only of the four of us that showed up and so we didn’t really do much of anything. But I noticed at one point, when I was trying to read something to her from the internet on my laptop, I started out messing up the words and lines. I got it straight, and read the four or so lines, but it was just weird. We called the meeting an hour early and I left sort of dizzy and nauseous.

So now I’ve been home for an hour and it’s taken me that long to work on this post. Not much has distracted me in between. Just a little bit of American Idol, talking to Jared, getting a drink and a snack. Elijah’s even been sleeping the whole time so he’s not slowing me down.

So I don’t know what the deal is. I just know that it’s after 8pm, so I will wait and see how I feel in the morning. Steve said he didn’t feel a bump on my head but I know that it is tender and it feels like either a very wide bump or that my whole head is swollen. My right temple is sore, too. Then I am very aware of the backs of my eyes, and the fronts hurt, especially on the lower part of my left eye.

So we’ll see. Let’s just chalk it up to say it’s been a very weird day.

And finally, my server is due to migrate to Site5‘s new servers at The Planet sometime between Monday and Wednesday. So I’m downloading backups (just in case) to all on this server and I may use this as an excuse to go into hiding for the next three days… Except to those of you who love me enough to follow me elsewhere, of course, haha.

But one minute I’ll be perfectly fine and then the next, I’m in extreme pain. For instance, earlier I was sitting in the chair and I felt great, but as soon as I stood up to go into the kitchen, I was so stiff I could hardly stand or walk again.

E is trying to take advantage of me though. He knows I can’t move real fast and so he’s taking things from me and running off with them. He’s also been refusing as much as he can to use the potty all this week. I don’t know what his deal is. He was doing so good. Right now, he’s on the couch watching Curious George and occassionally starts yelling at me, “Chocolate milk! Some more chocolate milk!” But as long as he refuses to say “please,” I refuse to get him anymore. So there. I take that back, now he’s over here trying to scream that in my face. But I refuse to back down. I’ll just pretend it doesn’t bother me. I guess.

This back pain also really stinks because I have a craft fair tomorrow. It’s just a little one, from 11 to 5, but still. I can’t lift anything whatsoever. I mentioned to Steve that maybe he and Sarah should do it without me and I’ll stay home with E, but he got really mad and said well, I should have gone to the doctor already then. So I guess I have to go.

*sigh*