It could be... worse...???

Wow, how incredibly naive of me to have felt so sorry for myself a few weeks back when I thought I was in "Hell" .

Dammit I KNOW better than to say stuff like that because sure as shit as soon as it leaves my lips (or my fingertips), then it then becomes a big open invitation for the Universe to say, "Oh yeah? You thought that was bad? Wait till you get a load of this..."

The *vertigo came back. And while it wasn't quite as "violent" as a couple of weeks ago, it was still quite strong and very persistent. In fact, despite a couple of visits to my family doctor and 3 visits to a physiotherapist who has been performing the **"Epley Maneuver" on me, I still suffer. In fact I am sleeping pretty much sitting up, can not sleep on my left side, must not bend over, look down or up or tilt my head to either side.

That's a load of fun with two little kids.

Like when I bent over to help Ruby put on her shoes and I had an "episode" and fell down.

Or when I leaned over to pick up Lincoln and I lost my balance and stumbled.

And the looks you get when you are standing in line at the grocery store with your kids in the stroller and you rock back on your heels.
If only that was all I was dealing with. But no...

A day after the vertigo returned, I noticed that Lincoln had been super fussy. And warm. I took his temperature and realized he had a fever. One which Tylenol wouldn't bring down. Which is a bad thing. Babies that age are not supposed to get fevers.

So with vertigo, I was in and out of emergency rooms with Lincoln no less than three times. The first night we were in the hospital until 2am. Two different nurses took turns trying to get viles of blood out of his chubby little arm, poking him three different times and digging around in his arm trying to find a vein while I had to hold him down and he SCREAMED and SCREAMED. They gave him a catheter which was NOT a good time either. And before we left they gave him an antibiotic injection in his little thigh.
The whole time I wanted to die inside for what he was going through. And each time I tried to lay my head beside his naked, little, overheated body the room spun hard and I had to clutch the hospital bed.
That night there was pretty much no sleep.
Vertigo is aggravated by fatigue.
Then there was a blur of more emergency room visits, physio treatments for me, doctor visits.
Eventually it was determined that Lincoln has a urinary tract infection (from ***bubble bath?!!??). He will be on antibiotics for a week. Hopefully his diaper rash will clear up soon too.
During this time we found that Ruby had a giant boil (GROSS!) on her ear - which disturbed me greatly but I didn't have the energy to fuss too much about it and it thankfully went away.
Over the past week or two any little bit of normalcy or routine that I had established has been completely wiped out. We are in full on survival mode. Ruby has eaten more meals of goldfish crackers than I care to admit and Lincoln has been reverted back to sleeping in my bed with me at night and has spent far too much time in his baby swing. There have been moments when I was sure I was not going to survive, yet I dare not be so foolish as to label this time with anything such as Hell, Purgatory, or ABSOLUTELY FUCKING BRUTAL. Because... I know that things could be worse. And I do not wish to temp the Universe to show me how "good" I have it right now. So I will endure. I will survive. I will get through this.
And when it's over I am going to be kicking some ass because life will seem soooo easy. Right?
Post Script: Part of the reason I was/am able to get through this is because of my family.
My dad who is a workaholic took a half day off work so he could come care for Ruby while I napped with Lincoln for the afternoon.
My inlaws drove over an hour to come help with the kids (and brought lunch) so I could go for physio treatments, take Lincoln back to the doctor, and get a bit of rest.
My mother came and helped with the kids, did some housework for me and baked me a zucchini loaf.
And Steve who hasn't taken a sick day in the past 3 years - has taken many hours off to take me to appointments when I couldn't drive myself or to help me manage the kids when I couldn't pull up my underwear without falling over.
I am ever so grateful.
*I was actually diagnosed with severe left side Horizontal BPPV (Benign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo)
**The Epley Maneuver is extremely effective in treating vertigo. It is suspected that I had vertigo on both my left and right side which is why the treatments haven't fully worked yet.

***WHY did I not know that bubble bath is a leading cause of UTIs in kids??? I swished Lincoln around in the tub with Ruby while she was having a bubble bath, trying to kill two birds with one stone. The bubble baths are now gone. Nobody gets bubbles anymore - despite Ruby's protests..