Whasssup?

***WEIRDER UPDATE: I ended up not going to the hospital. Due to a very strange set of circumstances that involved The Golden Corral Buffet, KMart and my insurance saying they couldn’t find me to give pre-authorization for an ER visit (and there was no way I could pay for it all out of pocket). So, I went home and crashed until I heard back from them. AND! My fever broke when I was asleep!! So, I stayed home and went right back to sleep again.  I slept for 18 hours and while I’m not about to do cartwheels, I feel a lot better. There just seemed no point in going in without a fever and frankly…I have a high deductible that resets in January.  It may have been a bad call, but I’m calling the dr. today to explain and make sure it’s ok. Dude, sorry for the drama. I feel a little silly about it all, but I am NOT sorry I didn’t get poked and prodded in a hospital. Shudder.

**UPDATE: I got a call from my doctor and I am going into the emergency room. Apparently, I have a bad kidney infection that they have to take care of  in a hospital…it’s beyond pills at this point. Yippee skippee. I have no idea when I’ll be back. It could be hours or days, it just depends, I guess.  I’m not really sure what’s going on. Have I mentioned that I really, really, REALLY hate hospitals?? :*(

This is just a short list of what’s going on with me because A: I feel like crap and B: It’s NaMaBloPo (or whatever) and that means that a whole lot of bloggers are posting every single day in November.

It can get pretty overwhelming to keep up with all the reading. I can imagine that everyone is pretty tired of looking opening their feed reader on a Monday and having it scream, “DEAR GOD! WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH ALL YOUR BLOG READERS SHOVING ELEVENTYHUNDRED POSTS DOWN MY POOR, INNOCENT, FEED-AGGREGATING GULLET EVERY 24-HOURS!?  DOESN’T ANYONE CARE THAT THE HOLIDAYS ARE COMING UP AND THE WORLD IS GOING TO BE SUFFERING FROM ENOUGH GLUTTONY IN THE NEXT FEW MONTHS??????!!!!!!!!!! WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE ME SO??!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! If you need me, I’ll be sitting in the corner trying to fill my emotional scarred soul up by stuffing myself with pre-Thanksgiving pumpkin pie and holiday Krispy Kremes. Sob…”

What the hell was I talking about?

Oh, yes…what’s up with me.

I had another Dr’s appointment on Friday.  It was not so great.  Like most expectant mothers, the time it takes to find the heartbeat feels like an eternity.  On Friday, I couldn’t hear ANYTHING. I waited, and waited, while he kept moving the microphone around and around. Then my doctor started furrowing his eyebrows harder and harder until I almost lept off the table yelling, “WHERE IS THE HEARTBEAT!? WHERE IS IT?!!!!”  He said, “No…I found it, I’m just having a very hard time finding a spot without static so YOU can hear it.”

I almost cried with relief.

When he did find it, that “Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh” was one of the most welcome sounds on the planet.

I apologized for my reaction and he said given my history he absolutely understood and he is proud of how I’m holding up under the pressure given everything I have gone through and what’s going on currently. We talked about my shots and that I have about 400 left when all is said and done.

I have to admit, hearing that number made me want to cry all over again.

I also said that I felt that the kidney infection that I just finished a run of antibiotics for might be back and while I didn’t have a fever,  I was having a lot of the same symptoms.  He took a culture and said he would try to get the results from the lab but it might take until Monday.

Before I left he said, “It is going to be a very long, tough pregnancy for you but I will do everything I can to make it easier.”

He’s great.

Saturday was long.

Really, really long.

Remember the choir that I auditioned for and am really, really happy to be a part of? Yeah, THAT one. It is directed by Dr. Craig Jessop, who just stepped down as the long-time director of The Mormon Tabernacle choir and moved to my town to head up the Music Department at Utah State University.

Last night, we made our debut concert by performing Mozart’s Requiem to a house of 2,000 people.

It was amazing. The soloists brought in were amazing.  Everyone sound great.

And there was much rejoicing.  (Yeah…)

It was a really long day, though.  The holidays are always really busy for musicians. I have four concerts and a caroling group to prepare for. 2 scores and roughly 20 pieces of music to memorize by next week.  I had three rehearsals and then the performance on Saturday alone, so I was singing straight from 9 am to 9 pm.  I crashed at 11pm and slept in until NOON.  When I woke up it wasn’t so bad. Jonathan and I had a nice afternoon driving around, listening to Christmas music and then we went out to lunch.

AND THEN.

FEVER.

A bad fever.

It just keeps getting worse and worse.  I don’t have to wait until the labs confirm-I know my kidney infection is back with a vengeance.

I feel like crap in a bag that’s been set on fire and left on someone’s porch.

I’m freezing and burning up at the same time and will be totally surprised if any of this makes any sense to anyone.  Pretty soon I’ll probably start striking up converstation with the Care Bears that will be dancing on my celing.

So? Before I start making inappropriate confessions to the internet and reveal all my deepest secrets in a fever-addled fit, I am going to take some Tylanol, curl up in the fetal position and pray that the labs come back Monday so that I can get started on more antibiotics. Then I have to pray that my infection actually goes AWAY this time.

xoxoxo

P.S. I want to say THANK YOU for the wonderful submissions to BlogNosh.  I have started plowing through them all and am blown away by some of them.  I have to take a reading break until the fever gets under control but I am very grateful and awed by the response.

P.P.S. This was supposed to be shorter.  My apologies to your feed readers. Tell them I will buy them some chocolate and liquor them up as an apology.

P.P.P.S. Except for the liquor. I don’t drink.  I just figured that the promise of a good boozing would make my apology go further.  Please don’t send me copies of “How to win friends and influence people”.  I think high school was enough proof that I know jack about applying that in my life.

P.P.P.P.S Good HELL I NEED TO STOP TALKING AND GO TO SLEEP.  I have a feeling that I may be slightly embarrassed in the morning.  (and I’m not even ON anything. Which is the saddest fact of all….)