Bad Night and Day and Everything In Between

Last night sucked. I pulled a muscle in my back. I actually rescued this crippled dog from being hit by a rollerblader in the park. Grabbing him and rolling out of the way seriously jacked up my back.
Just kidding.
I was actually coughing.
Yeah, just coughing.
So.
I went to bed in a lot of pain, hoping it would more or less feel better in the morning. It feels a little better, though I’m extremely uncomfortable and grumpy over the whole thing, and if I try to relax my back I’ll yelp from the pain. But don’t worry, it gets worse:

Cade’s had a cold for the past few days, but nothing too much to worry about, right? Well, last night, he was up all night. So neither Brandon nor I got any sleep. And that wouldn’t be so bad, except he developed a fever in the early hours of the morning, and his breathing began to be extremely strenuous, just like it was two months ago when he was in the hospital for RSV.

So of course I call his pediatrician right away, and we went in to see a different doc at 9:30 this morning, because Cade’s doctor wasn’t yet in the office. So his oxygen was at 83, and let me tell you, as a severe sufferer of asthma, getting to an 83 feels like death. I often am at an 87 and feel like I’m literally going to die. So this substitute doc was saying he could call an ambulance to take him back to the hospital, but was hesitant, because he wasn’t his patient and doesn’t know his history, blah blah blah. So they gave him a steroid shot to perhaps help open up his chest a bit more, and Brandon is taking him back in fifteen minutes to have him seen by our pediatrician. I just got off the phone with Husband, who notified me that his breathing is still extremely labored. I fear there is a very good chance he’ll be back at Primary Childrens’ Hospital tonight, and I just can’t take it. I’m so stressed and scared.

So here I am, sitting at work, which is the last place on God’s green earth I want to be. I want to be with my baby.

And, while I’m complaining, I’ll just say I look like a giant trash bag today, and it’s so weird and humiliating. My pants and shirt are all baggy and weird on me, and I swear they weren’t a few days ago. My clothes don’t fit, I look gross. I'm drinking Boost now. Why aren't they tighter?

My back hurts. My baby hurts.

Today. is. bad.