I just hung up on the nurse who called to tell me what my ultrasound results were. I didn't hang up on her bc of the results. Because of what she said after she told me the results.
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My husband wasn't to impressed with the choice words I had to say prior to hanging up. Telling me in his rather un-supportive ways that I shouldn't swear. Umm, just about anyone that knows me knows....that is really the opposite thing to do when I'm upset, sick, or just plain in general!! Hell, my therapist and I have a 4 yr relationship....she knows that. She even pointed it out yesterday when I saw her. You would think the man that I've slept in the same bed nearly every single night for the last 18 years...he would know. Dumbass. Needless to say: I informed him where/when/how he could go. Along with if I didn't hear my son stop crying over schoolwork in .02 seconds there was going to be hell to pay.
You see....not only am I sick. My 9 year old has pneumonia. And had we waited a day or two; he would have bacterial pneumonia.
So I'm sick.
My son is very sick.
My husband thinks he is sick bc I am sick. (That is an ongoing issue in our house!!!)
And I have to go back to work. I have no damn clue how. Seriously, I can't even fathom driving a bus in the amount of pain that I am in right now.
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