No, wait, maybe I am not ready for the weekend either.
It has been one of those weeks. I think the only day I have made it through a full day of work was Tuesday and I honestly don't even remember what happened that day?
Monday I got a call from daycare asking if Ben was allegic to bees. We have no idea because he has never been stung before so I race over there scared to death because I am terribly allergic to them and they are one of my biggest fears because of how allergic I am. His whole hand was starting to swell so we go to the dr. Luckily, he is fine. No major allergy. But the dr. said reactions get worse as we get older so he is likely to follow my footsteps.
Tuesday I made it!
Wednesday I have to go to the dr. for my nasty rash. I realize last night that she gave me stuff to make it feel better temporarily but nothing to treat it! Thank goodness I had already scheduled an appointment for blood work. My phone also died around 8 and I didn't bother recharging it yet. I ended up not recharging until 11:30 and when it came up I had a voicemail from my dad saying to call him back no matter what time it is. He was already asleep but I think I know the news.
This morning my dad calls me back. It is uncertain that the news is final but I get more details. Hospice has called everyone to basically say the final farewells to my great grandmother. My dad didn't talk to my grandparents because he knew they had had a long night, but if it didn't happen last night it will be VERY VERY soon. She hasn't had any food or drink for a week and has fluid on her lungs. I go back to the dr. for me and finally get some form of relief in a nice anti-itch cream (why did I not get this yesterday???) and a treatment! Woohoo!
Friday, oh Friday. Please treat me right.
I have a bad feeling there is a funeral this weekend. I am also terribly worried about my grandfather too because he is dealing with stage 4 cancer and now his mother is passing. I know it is going to stress him, hurt him, worry him and I am just so scared for him.