Happy Monday, my peeps!
I worked out both Saturday and Sunday. Yay me.
More importantly, I spent some time in the emergency room with my son on Saturday.
He has a pilonidal cyst on his lower back/butt area, that goes crazy when he's stressed, and his last final was on Saturday, but because he was in the hospital they extended it to this Monday morning at 8am.
Even though he still can't sit and is in a ton of pain and on pain killers.
At least the finals are done and he's back home, laying down being cranky.
According to Boy Wonder:
A. I stress him out and he's under enough stress.
B. I love that he's in pain cuz I get to play nurse.
C. Just because a doctor says so, he doesn't have to listen.
Grrrrrr I am trying not to stress him out more, so I'm not arguing with any of the above, except...He HAS to take his ****ing antibiotics. OMFG I pretty much had to force him and I'm serious. It took about 2 hours, but there are some things I won't back down on, one of them is his health and doctor's orders.
He thinks he doesn't have an infection, that it's possible that he doesn't, I should say. Perhaps. However, if the doctor thinks he needs the antibiotics, I am making him take them, and will not leave him until he does. And he has to take them FOUR TIMES PER DAY.
Never heard of antibiotics with that kind of dosage, but whatev. So 2 hours to force him to take one, and then pretty much have to start on the next.
Believe me, after me nagging for two straight hours, you'd do what I tell you to do as well.