My family has certainly had a lot going on over the last couple months.
I want to follow through on a few things from previous posts.
As it turns out, the “allergic reaction” I feared my son was having Tuesday night/Wednesday morning was not an allergic reaction at all.
But yes, his face was doubling and quadrupling at a rapid rate.
After being up late with my son Tuesday night,
I spent Wednesday morning at Urgent Care with him.
It’s a very long story.
But, chances are good this was *still* the result of the whole medical ordeal he went through several weeks ago when I was in North Carolina.
Let’s just call it The Illness From Hell.
Long (stressful!) story short, he made it to his graduation ceremony and attended grad night with three rushed doses of medication that day.
I told him not to worry about having a Very Huge Face in his graduation photos because he has a mom who “can make your fat face look almost normal” in photoshop.
This is how we roll?
In other news, I had been told (by Briefcase) my in-laws were arriving in town Wednesday afternoon for the graduation ceremony and that “we might grab a bite to eat” with them after the ceremony.
What I didn’t know –
They were flying to The OC in the morning and Briefcase had invited them to come to our house for the entire afternoon prior to the ceremony.
I got home from a chaotic morning at Urgent Care and our pharmacy.
I hadn’t showered, or even had breakfast.
I was very stressed about doing everything I needed to do that day, and taking care of my son, so we could leave for the high school by 3:30 as planned.
I was surprised to see Briefcase home from work so early in the day.
Then, I found out my in-laws were (a few minutes away) on their way to our (messy) (empty refrigerator) house for the remainder of the day and evening.
Of course, Briefcase had made all these arrangements, and never mentioned any of them to me.
That is all I’m going to say about THAT.
In the end, my son graduated from high school and now our summer begins.
P.S. I’m tired.
P.P.S. I think I’m due for a mini-vacation.
P.P.P.S. By myself.