Halloween past (part I)

This is going to be a two part post I think... Or a really long one... Or both maybe.. LOL

Halloweens past...

I mentioned in this post about how one Halloween was really bad... Now seems like the perfect time to tell it... Last year DH was away doing top secret stuff so the kids and I were left alone for a few months... At the time Lil Kiwi was just about four months old and everything was a tad stressful because she had medical issues and at the time Wee Man was in Pre-K for only three hours a day... Lack of sleep.... Lack of privacy... etc...

Halloween was a few days away and I started to feel really sick... The type of sick when you start to physically shaking and can feel the chills running through your bones... I'm stubborn... Yep... To a fault... So, knowing that I didn't have the time to see (or even get an appointment) I figured I'd power through it....

Four or five days I was that sick but I still walked Wee Man to the bus stop and picked him up everyday... Cooked, play with, read to, and all those other daily activities... Sometimes I didn't feel so bad and then at other times I swear someone had a voodoo doll of me and ooooo they were not being nice at all....

I knew what was wrong with me by the second day because I'd had it before when I had Wee Man... Mastitis.... So I tried all the tips and tricks to help it but nothing worked...

Then on Halloween morning I decided that I really need to see the doctor and they would just have to let me bring the kids with me... Well, of course they didn't have an appointment for me but would have the nurse call me back... The hours tick by and finally she calls back and after talking to me tells me she will okay my visit to the place in town... (Remember how wonderful my insurance is)

So, I pack the kids up and drive to the local clinic 30ish minutes away... Sign in and then wait about an hour... They sit me down to do vitals and then freak out and rush me to a sign cubby hole (too small a place to have rooms).... I'm calling the only person I can think of and they aren't answering their phone... The doctors tell me that it's bad and they want to talk to the person that drove me... I explain I drove and they shake their heads... They then tell me I have to go to the hospital and will be there for probably a day or two... I explain there is no one that can watch my kids and that I refuse treatment at the hospital...

They talk and decide to give me fluids and medicine at the clinic; all the while pushing the fact I need better medical help... Bollocks! Here's me being stubborn again but honestly there was no one to watch my kids... My two sweet kids were being so great during all of this... Lil Kiwi was in her carseat and Wee Man was playing his game... Finally, I was released with more warnings about needing to visit the hospital.. Bollocks!...

I drove the 20 minutes to the house of my DH co-worker and hoped they were home... It was halloween so of course they were there still and while I crashed on the couch, my son got to be a football player in a jersey that touched the ground... I felt horrible that he missed out on being a pirate that year but he came back with a pillowcase almost FULL of candy...

He doesn't remember much of the time mommy was laying on the slab with IVs but oooo he remembers that he came home with the BIGGEST haul of candy ever.... Thank goodness...

*edited to add*  I didn't go to the hospital... I took the medicine they gave me at the clinic and rested as much as possible the next few days... Also had to have an appointment at my regular doctor where all they did was say "hmm yes that's what you have and are you taking medicine"... Like I keep saying my PCM is worthless..
Yes I'm stubborn.. I know I should have gone to the hospital but if I did what would have happend to my kids... The closest family that could help out is oh about 2000 miles away... (actually think it's something like 1856 miles) So hmm yeah I didn't have a choice...