Hi, I’m Tara.

What started out as a private blog to document our adoption journey has evolved into my journey through therapy, spiritual awakening and whatever I feel like writing. Without our struggles to build a family, I’m not sure I’d be waking up, and for that I’m grateful.

Ugh...Sickity Sick Sick Sick.

S and I were supposed to have a fun-filled jam-packed weekend away from Baby X.  On the plate for tonight is the Intern.ational Da.nce Fes.tival, tomorrow was cycling around Lake Dill.on in the morning and then partying it up at Key.stone's Bluegrass and Beer Festival.

Wednesday I woke up with a fever and a sore throat.  Went to the doctor, had a negative strep test and he dismissed it as a virus.  Today I still feel like ass.  Fever, painful sore throat, couldn't sleep last night.  While I'm someone who doesn't believe in taking antibiotics if not needed, I totally want them now.  I'm convinced I have strep, despite what the 5 minute 92% accurate test says.  So, I'm going to be THAT person.  Calling the doctor's office begging for antibiotics so that I can salvage some of my weekend.

To make matters worse, work has turned it up a notch.  I was on a team evaluating contractor proposals for an upcoming job, and we had to ask the contractors to revise the proposals.  The contracting person in charge gave the contractors something like 2.5 days to revise the proposals, then we get them today and have to have the new proposals reviewed and a report written by next Wednesday.  Did I mention I'm traveling Monday-Wednesday?

So now, the plan for the weekend has been revised.  Today, attempt to rest enough and put enough ibupro.fen in my body to watch the dance festival, although if I feel like crap, I'm willing to let the cost of tickets go and skip it.  Tomorrow morning, S gets to go mountain biking while I work.  Tomorrow afternoon, I may feel well enough to listen to some music, but probably won't be in a mood to drink beer.

Some party this is going to be.  We're gonna need a do-over.

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