Med bottles.

A lot has happened in the past couple days. For starters I got to go to my long awaited dentist appointment. I loved it. I don't know why people avoid the dentist, granted it is pretty uncomforable laying in a chair with your mouth open while the dentist insists on asking you about your day while his hand is in your mouth. To answer? Or just pretend that you didn't hear him over the mini water hose in your mouth. Anyway, I am supposed to have my wisdom teeth pulled next week. Key word "supposed". That was before this morning when while on his way to work, Omar calls me to tell me that the car is overheating. Didn't we just fork out $600 for this vehicle to be fixed? Not a way to start my morning. Needless to say I am over this car. We have put more money into it then its actually worth. And knowing that fact SUCKS!! So I've been looking into a new car, a bigger car, more reliable car.

And the cherry on top for this morning was when I was going to sneak in a quick shower. I put on cartoons for the kids to occupy their attention and hurried to my room to turn on the water. As soon as I turned around, my sweet Landon was there with a look that only a mother could love. He then said, "Momma, Ava is eating medicine." So I hurry to see what "medicine" he was referring to. When I get to the kitchen I see a trash can (empty) dumped upside down and used as a step stool and my clindamycin (300 mg) all over the floor with about 4 capsules opened and sucked on. I then see Ava drooling and trying to cough the taste out of her throat. I hurry grab her, see if shes okay, which she seems to be and procede to give her a bath to rinse off the drool and powder from the capsules. I then make a couple phone calls to the pharmacy and her doctors office. One telling me not to chance it and take her to the doctors and the other telling me to call 911. There is nothing scarier then someone telling you to actually do what you've been taught for years in the event of an emergency. As the lady on the phone said those words, I began to cry and lose it. So I call Omar, who is stuck at work with an overheating car and let him know whats going on. I then call my dad who was home for the day because of government furloughs (thank God!) and he is on his way here as I type this. I will let all of you know her prognosis once I figure out what that is.