Well...still no doctor. I bought the husband some Icy hot for the ankle and he said it made it feel a little better. We dragged him to the park today so that the boy could get rid of some of his bottled energy but now the ankle that he should have been resting is hurting more than ever. The poor thing, Christopher that is, has been cooped up in the house for a few days. I mean I took him out with me but it was just to the grocery store so that didn't count.
Before we left home today I took a look at the ankle and it has now taken on a green colour. Now I know that can't be good. Is it possible for an infection of some sort to set in even though there is no broken skin?
This evening the husband had a talk with me. I felt like such a kid. Turns out he's been checking the bottle as I have been drinking more than usual. My excuse? It's just that the boy had become a huge handful since he's been home and I have been taking many sips throughout the day to keep my nerves at ease and big sips at that. Not good I know. He thinks I should slow down. So I acknowledged his concern and had to agree that I need to stop putting the bottle to my head so often. So starting today I will try to drink only on weekends. I am sure once he gets back to work this won't be an issue but one can never be too sure.
Nothing exciting. Alyssa has come out of her shyness a bit and when I took her shopping with me a couple days ago, she waved and said "hi" to everyone she saw. Holding babbling conversations with these women. She brought a smile to so many people's faces that it made me extra happy.
I still haven't come completely out of this funk but I am getting there.
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