When it rains, it pours.

Last week little man was sick. It was your typical cold, but it pretty much knocked him out. That's right he was down for the count. We flooded him with medicine, and by Friday he was back to his somewhat regular self.

Until he went to preschool. Where he was attacked by some kind of bugs all of over his face to the point where he looks like he has a case of the chicken pox. He doesn't of course, but the swelling and the bright shade of redyeing of the face is enough to fool anyone.

I know for a fact this will mean I am bound to the doctors office to get it tested since it has yet to be gone five days after it appeared.

Thankfully I had plenty of sick leave and so I was able to be with him, I had other things I had to do anyway and so the day off was welcomed.

But of course like most things, it seems when it rains it really does pour as I sit here feeling like crap. And while I know I should get to the doctor because it is not something you want to mess with at the same time, I have things I need to set time aside for. Our insurance is changing come the end of the year, so we have appointments we already need to do. Like the bug bite tests. And while I have sick leave avaliable I already took off one day last week, and there is a good possibility I will need to take time off again for something that is yet to be discussed..

And judging by the amount of work that piled up with one day out, I am not sure I can afford another day..