Just a day in the life...

Last you heard from me I was wrestling sick monkey and bidding my sanity away on eBay. Sadly not much has changed in a week.
Miss C went to Dr. Waldo, or 'visited Dr. Widdo' as she calls it. She had crackling in her chest. That's sounds bad but he does not seem overly concerned. Gave us her first antibiotic-ever. I try not to shove it down people's throat but I love breastfeeding. This is one of the many reasons. But pretty much the biggest. Miss C is incredibly healthy and we are so blessed. So off we go on the road to healthy. Not very quickly. More of a puttering and sputtering.
Sunday after attending church, napping, and playing outside she begins to scream and pull at her ear. I'm hoping maybe she just stuck a toy in too far, but alas no. The screaming and pain progress until she passes out in our bed. This in itself tells us how bad she must feel. While she loves the theory of sleeping in our bed it occurs less often than UFO sitings. She sleeps through the night and awakes happy and refreshed. Wha?? She's crazy but not in pain and I am still voiceless. Oh, I forgot that little tidbit-I have developed laryngitis and have NO voice. Not even a squeak with which to moderate or control. On some good advice we head back to visit our dear friend Dr. Widdo. A friend who gets $30 to grace us with 5 minutes of his presence and a license for more antibiotics.
Now if you are still reading you are indeed a true friend or very, very bored. But all of that was necessary to get to this, which I will make as brief as possible. We get a $10 antibiotic that must be refrigerated and is going to cause uncontrollable diarrhea. We get $63 ear drops that address pain she does not seem to have. I even prod-are you sure your ear does not hurt? Trying to justify the ridiculous expense. I pick up the suggested probiotic stuff to prevent the diarrhea which I quickly replace when I see the $30 tag. Yes I am that cheap. I'm just gonna cross my fingers and hope for the best.
Fast forward 5 hours. She and I are asleep in my bed. Hmm, guess there are more UFO's out there than I thought. My eyes fly open when I remember the antibiotic-in the cabinet and not the fridge. Frick! I place it in the cold but already my stomach is sinking. Yup, the pharmacy confirms~too little too late. Dr. Widdo graciously prescribes more but Blue Cross Blue Shield is unwavering. They don't care that I'm exhausted and delirious. Now I am really starting to lose it. The replacement is $65. For an ear that no longer hurts. And is going to give crazy poops. Double Frick!! BCBS lady senses my meltdown and kindly suggests I try Publix. Bingo! And thank you. Oh but not so fast. That's not on our list of freebies. Ring, Ring-Dr. Widdo, it's me crazy mama with the whisper. Again. Can you do me a solid and call this in one more time? But to Publix. Oh and could you prescribe something that is free this time? Super.
Hubs suggested I see a shrink but who the frick is he kidding? Like I'm gonna pay for going to pay for that.