a 2nd round of the flu just reared it's ugly head in my body and said, "screw you". i blame elliot.

i woke spencer up at 2 am last friday morning complaining of a heart attack. literally. i thought i was dying.

(i literally die.)

anyway, i was hesitant to go to the hospital since we were in between insurances. you know, because if something is ever going to go wrong with my health then it waits for the only 2 weeks that we don't have health care. in my life, that makes complete sense. i get it.

i bit the bullet and hit up urgent care later that morning. they thought it may be a blood clot in my lungs caused by my surgery and requested a cat scan of my chest. and to a self-pay patient, the words cat scan are usually followed by a little hyperventilating, then a flood of tears, and finally an extremely uncomfortable PA twiddling her fingers and reaching for the nearest door.

it wasn't my finest moment.

once all was said and done, the cat scan came back clean and it ended up being a case of pleurisy. i know what you're thinking -- how very 18th century of me, right? i might as well have come down with a case of polio.

other than the bad luck with our health, things have been pretty run of the mill around here: up in the middle of the night (mostly with elliot -- if this pleurisy doesn't kill me, then i'm pretty sure he will), preschool, empty threats and timeouts, intending to make baby girl's blessing dress (i am CHOCK-FULL of good intentions lately!), and cat napping with a 10 lb bag of halloween candy.

i won't lie...this picture worries me.