I feel like crap. To put it bluntly.
I have a very sore left boob. It feels like mastitis is setting in, and it makes me want to sit on the couch and cry, ‘not again!’
If it is, I’m pretty sure this will put me in double figures. I had it twice with Taylah, two or three times with Bridie, and at least five times with Bailey. This will only be the second time with Ava, which for me, is a pretty good run.
I don’t know why I get it all the time. I think that maybe I have really fatty milk that gets stuck or something, if that is even a plausible scientific explanation. And I have never it so bad that I have had to have it drained or anything. This dull aching pain in my chest, and horrible foggy feeling in my head is bad enough.
But I’m not sure it’s bad enough that I can risk going to the doctors.
Normally I would. I would make the appointment, get the antibiotics, and be done with it. But today…today to be honest, having to go to hospital and get some time out from my crazy kids, doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.
Yesterday Bailey was horrible. And I mean horrible. He reached new levels of tantrum throwing that only Bridie has achieved on occasion. We have been tightening his freedoms in the last week, and as a result he is pushing harder than he ever has before.
Yesterday I had to take Bridie to the doctor for her ear. She has fungus growing in it (again), and Bailey decided that he would like to run as fast as he could, up and down the doctors room, whilst yelling at the top of his voice. Now to be fair, this was the third appointment of a medical nature we have had this week, and the doctor has just moved surgeries, and so hasn’t been able to set up her toy box yet, so no doubt he was over it. Trust me, I was over it! But that still doesn’t excuse that kind of behaviour, and as a responsible parent, I picked him up to deal with it.
Normally, he responds really well. Normally he says ‘yes mummy,’ and does what he’s told.
There was nothing normal about yesterday.
He thrashed and screamed in my arms, yelling ‘I want to get down!’ at the top of his voice. And because I refused to let him down until he promised that he wouldn’t run anymore, this continued until the end of the consult, at which point Ava, who was completely overtired by this point, joined in as well.
And then of course we had to get new ear drops, so there was a visit to the chemist, and a quick trip through Woolies whilst we waited for the prescription, and Bailey ran through the shops the whole time, picking stuff up, running away, and generally making a nuisance of himself.
Now like I said, this is not normal behaviour, but can you see how I might want to avoid a doctors visit at all cost today?
I was looking forward to a relaxing day at home. Doing lots of washing, and kicking the footy with Bailey in the back yard. I was going to be tight on routine, and deal with some behavioural issues. We were going to make sausage rolls, and build block forts for the army men, that Ava could knock down.
Instead my stupid boob decides to go spastic, despite the fact that Ava was up half the night, and I let her feed off it, to get rid of the blockage!
Stupid boobs! Who needs them? They have totally ruined my day today.
I try to finish these blogs on a positive note. You know, find the silver lining and all that jazz. But today I feel sore and grumpy, and I have to face the doctors again. And my doctor is booked so now I get to flash some total stranger!
So I am leaving the silver lining to you. If you can think of anything uplifting, post a comment, and share the love.
Good luck! I hope your boobs treat you well today.