Bumpy Balls

Ok, in case your all wondering why there is a two week delay THIS time (just give in to the inevitable that the blog is gonna be a back burner kind of thing for now but please keep checking), it's all Mike's fault. lol Well, mostly his fault. Work would be the other part of it.

So, here's how it went. . .

The weekend after the last entry I had the following Saturday (June 3rd) and Monday off so I took Sunday off to have a little, much needed, mini break. Thought Mike and I would spend a pleasant weekend together just being lovey dovey. Friday night was ok but we were both tired and Mike had a headache. I had tickets for a play in Charleston on Saturday and we'd been planning on spending the day there. Mike wasn't feeling much better in the morning so we just chilled at home until the afternoon. We got down to Charleston just in time to snag dinner (rushed through which probably didn't help) and get to the theatre. The play was Tristan and Isolde and it was done by a British (specifically Cornish) company sponsored by my favorite London theatre, the National. I had figured that if I couldn't go to England this year, I was at least going to go see a British play. They did an interesting twist on the tale by making it semi-serious with Monty Pythonesque skits interspersed. Mike thoroughly enjoyed himself (it was only his second theatre jaunt) and said that I had "good ideas some times." lol I can't wait until we can go to London together and see some more.

I was actually hungry after the play so we stopped for some food. Mike felt a little ill so he didn't eat. We got home about 2a and just crashed. We woke up all right but were both exhausted so we didn't do much all day Sunday. Mike's headache was back and he was feeling worse. So, we just read and stuff. Mike had a fever by evening but was feeling better the next day even though I suggested he stay home so as not to get worse. I spent Monday trying to catch up on laundry and errands. I was feeling ok but not peachy and tired. Mike came home looking like hell and with the fever back. He spent a horrible night which I wasn't really aware of because I slept in the living room since I was roasting in the bedroom. When I got up at 7a for work, Mike was very hot. Mike would only stay home if he was running a fever, which he was (101.9). I told him to go to the doctor but it didn't happen because by the time I could have gotten off of work early to take him, the fever had broken. Also, he had no idea who he could go to cause he never goes to a doctor and he didn't even know what medical plan he has through work. Sheesh So, he spent the day sleeping. After work I went to Target and got him some Coricidin since he wasn't going to get good stuff. I also picked up some OJ so I could get him drinking more. He was feverish on and off all day. I slept on the couch again since he was thrashing around and because the AC was only on in the living room.

On Wed (8th) he was "feeling better" so he went back to work. You can guess that I was less than thrilled with this idea but he's a grown man. And truth be told, I would do the same. I think he wore himself out too much that day. And I spent the entire work day feeling horrible because of cramps in my stomach. Wasn't sure what that was about. On Thursday, I got up with him when he went to work (I had the day off) and stayed up to get stuff done. I got a call at 8:30a that my aunt was back in the hospital because of a mini stroke. Spent the rest of the morning on the phone with her and then Sissy (my aunt). Mike called me at 11a to say that he was coming home because he had leaned back in his work chair and almost fell off because the room was spinning. This time he didn't argue with me when I said that I was taking him to the doctor. He actually told me later that I should remind him that he should listen to me more often. lol Well, he is an adult and I didn't want to "mother" him and treat him like a child. He has Blue Cross/Blue Shield so there was a huge choice of doctors. We went to a clinic he'd been to eons ago and found out that he had strep (my suggestion a few days before but it was dismissed since he wasn't feeling anything like when he'd had it years ago). A mild case but that explains it. We then went to my nurse practitioner to make sure I didn't have it and to get an opinion about my stomach pains. No strep but I had a stomach virus. Great. What a pair, huh?

Mike went back to work on Friday. He went and fixed a machine for a client in Charlotte and then went to the office. When they found out what he had, they sent him straight home. Smart dudes. So he rested some more. I ended up only doing a half day because I was feeling wretched from my stomach since I hadn't gotten any rest on Thursday. We pretty much spent the weekend chilling (though Mike pushed it by going to the flea market Saturday morning and getting too much sun) when I wasn't at work (I worked both days -- in fact, yesterday was my first day off since last Thursday). On Monday he felt better and was slowly improving through Wednesday. . .when he stopped taking his antibiotic because he felt much better. Yeah, I think you can see where this is going. Oh, and I found out that Daniel (my one nephew) was in the hospital because he'd run into a rose bush and ripped up his knee which is now infected. My sis-in-law tried to treat it at home for a week before taking him up to our one local hospital who then shipped him to Hershey Medical since they were clueless. Sheesh.

Anyway, Tuesday was ok. A little busy for me but fine. Yesterday I informed Mike that pouncing would ensue when he got home whether he wanted to or not. He had no choice. lol Actually, when he got home, I was on a conference call (yeah, I know, it was supposed to be my day off but that's when it was scheduled). He fell right to sleep but woke up a few hours later and felt better. We ate a little and then he buzzed his hair off his head and showered. We played for a little while, ate ice cream, and talked. Then I noticed that he was breaking out on his neck and chest. He figured it was some kind of allergic reaction to his hair (that he had something in it that caused the breakout). Or that something was on the razor since it had been on the floor. Seemed logical but it didn't look good. I had some Benedryl so he took that and then I rubbed him down with some witch hazel.

This morning I thought he was better but in the full light of the bathroom I realized that he was worse. The splotches had become patches. So we took a shower so I could help him wash off anything that might be irritating his skin. He agreed to go back to the doctor. There wasn't anything pressing at work but I suggested he go there first so that they could see for themselves that he is obviously in need of treatment and to see if he could work around a doctor appointment. I told him that he should tell the guys that he's allergic to having sex with me. lol But they beat me to it by asking him if this was because of too much "fancy fucking." lmao He went to the doctor and found out that yes, he could have an allergic rash but it could also be related to the strep. Jonathan had suggested that he might have scarlet fever cause that can be a side effect. I didn't know that and Mike's doctor actually said something about it being a possibility. Mike kept insisting that it was a reaction but when I looked it up on webmd, the description pretty much describes what Mike has gone through during the last two weeks. His throat had gotten worse during the first part of the week so when it went away on Wednesday, he figured he was better. Nope, that was the calm right before the splotchy attack.

So, now I have a boyfriend who looks like red skinned lizard. It was only on his torso, neck, and arms this morning but is now further. . .south. I saw his legs and was like oh my, it's spreading. I lightly touched the band of his pjs and he pulled them down with a comment about how it has not spread to "Ralph" (don't ask how we came up with that nickname). I was like, "Noooo. . .it can't get to Ralph! Poor Ralph." And that's when I saw it. . .them. . .it has spread to the under boys. And so we have the title of today's blog cause Mike has a bad case of bumpy balls. It's just so sad. :o)