Sunday.
Out to breakfast at Baker's Square – we don't have much to eat in the house, although Rose and I got up about 4am to have a first breakfast of Kashi Cheese Crackers and water. Eventually I got her back to bed for a bit and we wind up at second breakfast around 11am (after Dillon wakes up from watching movies all night with Dad and Rose and I wake up from our nap). Rose and Dillon both order the "funny face breakfast" with no meat, and it turns out that Rose likes pancakes – she eats her three, then has some of mine – but not eggs as of yet, though I can't even get her to try them.
After that, we mostly just hang around the house, except for running a couple of errands to pick up things we really need (a potty chair that fits over the toilet, another car seat, a booster chair). Dillon and Rose have a very fun time playing together, and I don't see any sign of sibling rivalry yet, although at one point it sort of seems like D needs some solo play time. Everything is going much more smoothly than I'd hoped, except for the dogs are still locked in the basement. Rose just can't be on the floor if they are free, she freaks out too much. So there's something to work on.
Around 7pm, I drive myself to Urgent Care while Chuck gets the kids ready for bed. There's some discussion about whether I should go, mostly Chuck pushes me into it. I've not been feeling that great since Wednesday or whatever, but I've been vertical, so to me that's good enough. The Urgent Care folks are pretty nice despite that I've walked in 45 minutes prior to closing and I'm like one of two patients there. At the registration desk when I get there is an African-American teenage boy and an older white woman. The woman's trying to check the kid in, and the reception person asks "are you his LEGAL guardian" and the kid answers, "SHE'S MY GRANDMA!" I don't know if this was a repeated time at this visit to the hospital or if they've just been asked this question too many times, but apparently it's on everyone's last nerve. It occurs to me that I'd better start keeping a family picture in my wallet for this sort of occasion.
I see a doctor, they run a bunch of tests, the doctor tells me very nicely that I could have ANYTHING since I just got back from Ethiopia, that she's pretty sure it's not bacterial since I finished the course of Cipro, but it could be a antibiotic-resistant strain of something, or a virus (which would be good news since it means I'm five or six days through it) or (less exciting for me) some sort of parasite. She's worried about my blood pressure so they give me some IV fluids, during which my phone on the other side of the room rings twice, and I know I'm late getting back and Chuck is worried. I call after I've been released, which is about an hour after the Urgent Care was supposed to close and Chuck has worked himself up a bit.
But when I get home, my kids are asleep in their beds, so I let the dogs out and get into mine with them. And I sleep like a rock.