Dangerous Letters, Vol. 27

Lots going on here this week at Blogging Dangerously.  First, I signed off last Friday night from #wineparty at 11:45pm EXHAUSTED and ready for bed.  You're probably thinking I'm going to launch into a sex story and GOOD GOD do I wish you were right. But no.

I went in to check the kids before bed and my son had a fever of 104.5.  My husband and I agreed that he needed to go to the ER IMMEDIATELY.  Until I realized that my husband had been drinking excessively and I was going to have to take him AND that it was the same ER I'd been to back in June where they had ZERO sense of urgency and even less knowledge of female anatomy (not that my son is female of course, I'm just still pissed off.)

Anyway, at that point I was a big fan of dosing him with Tylenol and giving it a few minutes.

My husband, king of the ER in his younger days insisted that we go IMMEDIATELY.  So we did.

At this point I'd like to say, "EFF YOU" to all of you #wineparty denizens who kept me up late last Friday because the PEDIATRIC ER closed 15 minutes before we got there.  If I'd shut down #wineparty at 11, as usual, I would have been in and out like an18 year old boy doing 'it' for the first time on the floor of my parents' livingroom when we were supposed to be at school practicing for graduation...

But I digress.

ER Arrival time 12:30am.  Oh, did I mention that it was FRIDAY night AND a Full moon.  Hey all you nurses, STOP LAUGHING.

They took my son's fever when we got there - 100.6.  The ER was PACKED.  FULL.  We could barely get a seat.  Outside it looked like a carnival with the constant arrival of Ambulances with lights ablaze.

And we waited.  They called us into Triage at 3:30am.  The nurse took my son's temperature - 100.6 still.  She looked in his throat, "It's VERY red." she said.  She did a RAPID STREP test.  "The results will be back in 45 minutes." she said.

NOTE TO THAT NURSE: At the doctor's office the results are back in 2 minutes.  That's why they call it RAPID.

"Can you look in his ears?" I asked because I thought it was an ear infection.

"No." she said.  "I'm a nurse. I can't do that. You'll have to see a provider."

"Huh."

So I asked her how long it would be before we would see a doctor.

"It's going to be a WHILE." she said, gesturing toward the ambulances.

So I made a maternal decision that my son most likely did NOT have meningitis, that he needed sleep more than he needed to sit in that waiting room for 2 more hours, and that we could call in the morning for the strep results.  And we left.

Back in bed at 4am.

I took my daughter to soccer at 9:30.  My husband called at 10 to tell me that the hospital called and that it was strep and they called a prescription in to the pharmacy.  We picked it up on the way home.  I showered and changed and went to a wedding shower in Boston.  Came home and SLEPT.

Got up Sunday for a family reunion and a neighborhood block party.  Crazy fun but I'm slightly sleep deprived!

Anyway, I was also obsessing all weekend over the job interviews I'd had and the lack of followup by both companies.  Monday I was contacted by one of them to arrange a flight halfway across the country this coming Monday for an interview!  Tuesday I was contacted by the OTHER for a 3rd phone interview this coming Tuesday!  Hooray.

The first company made me take a personality test.  The results came back as a compulsive over achiever with a fierce independent streak and bossy pants tendencies.  This wouldn't be terrible because it's a sales position except that the test STRONGLY hinted that I am NOT a people person. 

I could refute this by pointing to my 7500+ followers on Twitter except for a couple of things: 1) I'm anonymous and none of you even know my name, 2) I can't tell them and REMAIN anonymous, 3) I've bitched about them and 4) ALL THE SEX.

Fuck.  I guess I'm not that much of a PLANNER either.

Oh well, interviews Monday and Tuesday, WISH ME LUCK. 

The OVERWHELMING RESPONSE last week was that people like the comment recap - and so do I - so here goes...

On the post, Ten Things That Have Made Me Laugh Lately:

after running a half marathon this weekend, i realized this is the least sexy my girlfriend have ever felt with our private parts covered in vaseline

signed, furiousball

Kit: I thought of this comment the other night after my son's football game when he said, "I think I'm chafed around my cup" and I said, "We'll put some vaseline on it." and he asked, "What's vaseline?" and I thought, "Oh, you have SO MUCH to learn."

I might be married with a kid... but I still love hotel sex!

signed, Mrs MidAtlantic

Kit: Hm, I'm going to be staying in a hotel Sunday night - alone.  I could bring Carmen but I wasn't planning to check my bag and I think "bullets" are specifically prohibited on aircraft.  I'd hate to miss the interview because I was being strip searched by Homeland Security.  I think.

On the post, Dear Mr. Hiring Manager:

just like a man. they act all interested and then never call. typical.

good luck!

signed, andygirl

Kit: And I, like a typical woman, forgave him the minute my phone rang. 

On the post, G-Spot, The Unexplained Injury Report:

if you're gonna break something, it should be during sex. at least then you know it was worth it.

I've yet to have a sex injury. well, beyond rug burns or too much sex thighs (we all know about those). but a girl can only hope.

signed, andygirl

Kit: Too Much Sex Thighs?  Sounds like you need to limber up. ;)

On the post, Division of Labor:

By Saturday, we'll have been apart for 10 days. I plan to get me some Saturday night, Sunday night and possibly some Monday afternoon delight.

signed, AllisonK

Kit: AllisonK, you are a girl after my own heart!

On the post, Subliminal Message - he's trying to kill me:

Oh. My. God. Your husband sounds like mine! O.o I thought I married the only crazy-planning-for-Armageddon man in the world! No one else I know plans like this.

As we don't have children, we have extra masks. If Armageddon comes and your children haven't grown into your mask, you can have one of ours. *nod*

signed, Emeralde

Kit: When I told my husband about your comment he was so excited to find another person as crazy as he is that I was frightened.  He asked me where you lived and I had to admit that I didn't know - which really makes your offer for the extra gas mask a little bit hollow.  Thanks a lot.

That is funny. We have nothing for just in case. But i have been watching lost (currently on season 3) and sortof feel like i should put together at least a small emergency kit. Probably won't buy gas masks though.

signed, Jennifer

Kit: Funny thing Jennifer is that I used to work in Downtown Boston and one day these boxes showed up and they distributed gas masks to everyone and we put them on our desk and then a while later they collected them back.  And now I'm thinking, What the fuck kind of credible threat was going on where you just go, "Hey, I know, let's give them GAS MASKS!"  Also, I could have saved a ton of money if I'd collected those.  Finally, they never let us open them, what if they didn't fit? Assholes.

On the post, Devoir: Like Water for Chocolate:

So my husband is going to think of sex every time I say "Halloween?" With skin or without?

signed, TheNextMartha

Kit: Skinless has fewer calories.

Thanks for the comments everyone, sometimes sitting in my office alone, long after everyone else has gone to bed,  trying to come up with something to say can be lonely.  The comments and Twitter messages really are motivating.

Thanks for all of the well wishes regarding the job search.  I know I wouldn't have made it this far without your encouragement helping me get off Twitter and polish my resume.  The search isn't over but I feel like I'm close and I want to give credit where it is due.

So thank you.

One more exciting announcement, in a couple of weeks we'll be doing and actual WINETASTING at #WINEPARTY - with a real sommelier and EVERYTHING.  Details to follow but I want you to start practicing tomorrow night keeping your finger in the air when you drink.  It's important.

Love,

Kit

 

Comments

[That One Mom]

I found you thru someone's blogroll. Thanks for the great morning belly laughs.

[Emeralde]

So, I read my husband your "He's trying to kill me" post and the relative comments. First thing - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound insincere; we live in Maine. *cough*

Secondly - My husband thinks your husband should check out a favorite message board of his (for other people who plan like they do): www.alpharubicon.com

And last- He wanted to know if your husband thinks he has enough ammo. Then he started laughing. O.o So maybe you shouldn't ask that question.....

[Shaina]

"1) I'm anonymous and none of you even know my name" except for meeeeeeeee lol but i'll never tell a soul! cross my heart.

can't wait for wineparty, now i'm not such a noob so i should be more comfortable :-)

[Fred Miller]

Tessa quit going to the ER when they prescribed Valium for her respiratory arrest. Valium is a respiratory inhibitor, and Tessa has muscular dystrophy.

[Serene]

As for wishing you luck on the interviews, I will quote my mom: "You don't need luck; you have skill and brilliance." Hope everyone is well really soon.

[TechyDad]

I'm sorry to hear about your son's fever/illness. Fevers are evil things in our households as we've been through more febrile seizures than I care to count. (They're harmless but it doesn't look like it when you see your own child going through one.) Whenever a fever strikes, we medicate with Motrin and Tylenol on an alternating basis until the danger has passed.

Thanks to these (plus my sons apparent desire to stress me until I'm bald), we've had more than our fair share of ER trips. I can completely sympathize about ER nurses who can't perform certain tests and long waits. We now know which ER's near us are good and which aren't. Now, with luck, we won't have to put that knowledge to use ever again!

[Tracy]

At least you know how to pronounce it! Where I live half the population gets diagnosed with "strip throat", and the rest of them have acid reflex. By now the medicine should have worked its magic, I hope your child is much better!