The Weekend

On Friday, DH had gone hunting all day. (The MIL watched DD.) He got home around 5:30pm and we ate some sandwiches from Subway for supper. Of course, DH was tired since he had gotten up early to drive to the woods, so he went to bed at 7:30pm on Friday night. I caught up on my Nano writing, posting the entries around midnight.

Saturday... he went hunting again and DD & I stayed home. She wanted to eat at Subway again, so we dug out $10 in dimes and nickels and cashed it in at the bank. Then we went to the restaurant and ate. Later, I decided to walk around the outlet mall because I needed to get my mom a birthday card. I also took DD into Claire's, so she could see where she would be getting her ears pierced for her birthday in January.

But then I started not feeling good. We went home and the more I sat there, the more I worried. The more I worried, the worse I felt. I decided I'd better go to the doctor's office while it was still open. So, we drove the half-hour to the doctor's and waited about fifteen minutes. They diagnosed me with having a mild urinary tract infection (UTI or cystitis). Yeah, I knew it was mild. I didn't have the screaming, burning pain, but I was afraid it would get worse. I didn't want to wake up at 2am with the screaming, burning pain, and no way of feeling better until morning.

I mentioned to the doctor that I hoped I wasn't getting an infection because of caffeine, and DD said "You drink too much pop, Mom." Heehee. I said "I'm sure the doctor appreciates your expert medical opinion."

$6 later, I had my handy-dandy prescription of Bactrim and we headed home. I was still on worry streak, but I drank a lot of water and tried to relax. (Especially since I didn't want to think about the $100+ that doctor visit probably just cost me.)

My mom called later and we decided to go shopping on Sunday. DD sang "Happy Birthday" to her on the phone.

DH did not come home Saturday. He opted to stay at his parents' house, so he could save on gas money. Yes, he went hunting again on Sunday morning. On Saturday night, since I was alone, yet again, I didn't feel like writing. I watched "Queen of the Damned," and "The Rage: Carrie II" on Sci-Fi while working on a cross-stitch project that I've been trying to finish for years. I got motivated because I ran across a new design I want to make, but awhile back, I told myself that I couldn't buy any more designs until I finished the one I was working on. I tried to go to bed around 1am, but my mind was racing. Not good.

Sunday, Mom picked us up at 8:30am and we went to a craft show. Then we went to drop off some clothes at Goodwill, and went shopping after that. Mom finished up some Xmas shopping. I bought nothing. Sigh. I have no extra money right now. A lot of people were shopping, though. I guess not everyone waits until the last minute like me.

We got home around 3:30pm and had KFC for supper. DH watched football, and I worked some more on my cross-stitch project. DD went to bed around 6:30pm, and I was so tired I could hardly stay awake. Not to mention I had an annoying headache from being so tired. I went to bed around 9 and I think I was asleep by 10.

Thankfully, no dreams, nightmares, or racing brain. I actually slept decently for once. However, it's Monday and Mondays suck.

It's a three-day work week, though, so I'm holding onto that to get me through the day. :)