This morning at about 2:15 Asa woke up. He wasn’t crying exactly. More just voicing a complaint that he was in his bed alone. Or maybe he reralized Lydia was at Camp Primo and he wanted to be there, too. Regardless, I let him talk for a good 45 minutes. That’s when I noticed I was feeling very uncomfortable. Achiness in my joints and in my back. Then I started getting cold. Like chills. Then even worse I noticed I had a plugged duct. (That’s breastfeeding talk for hurts-like-heck.)
After a little bit more crying (he finally fell asleep at 3:45) and a little more writhing from me, I came to the conclusion that I had mastitis. (That’s breastfeeding talk for excruciating-pain-and-a-fever.)
So, I had to find a new doctor out of the yellow pages this morning. Because I am allergic to penicillin the antibiotics the doctor gave me were something he apparently did not know much about. He said to take them in front of my hubby (his words) in case I had a reaction. Nice.
Now, I’m laying on the couch fighting off a headache and a day of fever. It’s been a fun day.