But man, every time I try to get back in the bloggy swing of things, life jumps up and trumps my plans.
He's been at his dad's all weekend since he's not contagious and in danger of infecting his siblings, so we'll see how we do when he gets home. I'm praying for no fever because if it comes back up, we have to make yet another trek to the doctor.
In iron infusion news, I have my fourth treatment tomorrow! Only one more to go after this. Last week was some brutal shit. I didn't even know IVs could hurt that much. I didn't drink enough water the day before the treatment, and finding a vein and getting the iron into it was woefully painful. I'm tanking up on water today, and if they can't find a vein, they can go into my foot. Bah!
I can definitely tell a difference in the way I feel after three treatments. The urge to eat ice (one of my major tip-offs) is totally gone. I also feel much more rested, and I hardly get winded anymore walking from here to there. Huzzah! Now let's just hope the good times keep on rolling for a long while and I don't have to have more infusions any time soon.
After a lot of slumpiness in May, including a nonexistent showing for Bout of Books this week, my slumptitude seems to be lifting. But you'll have to wait until tomorrow to see what I've been reading.
Happy Sunday, friends!