We were hit with the plague. In the last 3 weeks we've been to the doctor's office more than the past 5 years combined. Easily. First Scout. Then Rykert. Then Rykert again. Then me. Then Scout again. I don't really get sick very often, and when I do I usually just proceed with life and pretend it isn't happening. I apparently have a pretty high pain tolerance, evidenced by Scout's weird birth last year. Anyway, I don't have time to be sick. I have a busy baby, a busy job, and multitude of other things I'd rather do than convalesce. I finally gave in yesterday and went to the doctor. They told me it was a "weird" infection because most people with a sinus infection don't have pain in all sinus areas (I'm such an over-achiever), but I convinced them to just treat it because I don't have time for an ENT appointment. It was 7 a.m. and I needed to get to work. A migraine later, and I'm starting to feel almost human. Rykert actually went for a run yesterday with his entourage (jogging stroller and Nola), and Scout's eye is cleared up and she's rediscovered that eating is a good idea. Maybe we will survive January after all, but probably not without another copay or two.
ETA: I spoke too soon. I finished this post this morning and then set it to post. Of course, as I sit here at 7:15 p.m. the day sleeper woke up with a fever (as he nears the end of his antibiotic) thus sending him back to the doctor. And I just put Scout down with a bit of a fever. Calgon take me away.