I'm sick...

I received a pretty cool gift for my birthday. A new job. Can I say a bigger Hallelujah? I've always said I wanted a job like my MIL or my SIL. They both have a lot of responsibility and work very hard at it. This is seriously the job I've been praying about for...I dunno...two years? Give or take. Basically I'm a receptionist, which means I get all the calls, have to remember all 225 people's names. Not kidding. I have to remember everything, stay on top of everything, and do it all with a smile on my face. This job is like a calling for me. It's crazy. I am still amazed I got it. My mom started crying when I told her. Yep, my mom. The best thing about it is that I work Monday through Thursday, leaving me with a three day weekend every week. It was a blessing to have that long weekend this week because I got sick. I seriously went from looking like this:

I GOT THE JOOOOOOB!!!
(Bella's excited for me, she just doesn't show it here.)

To this:

Oh crap, I'm sick.

To this:

Stay off drugs kids!

(Me on cold medicine)

As I rewind a little, I need to mention Taylor was also sick this week. I call it the Pobre Taywer stage. I woke up at 5:30am on Tuesday because I was planning some gym time (I know, go me) when I heard Taylor roll over and say, "I don't feel good." Right when Taylor says that, I want to call his mom. I'm not going to lie, she knows what to do way more than I do. I was practically on my deathbed as a kid when I got sick because I wanted to tough out every ailment I had. Taylor has been pampered (in a very loving and good way) his whole life. Julie would be the sole person to make him feel better.
Well we're married now, and in Michigan, and it was 2:30am where my in-laws live. And this is what it means to be an adult and knowing I vowed, "in sickness and in health." It was up to me.
I called the aftercare clinic and to all our surprise!!! They couldn't help me. Crap. So I had to wait until 8 to call the doctor's office to set the next appointment. Of course it had to be crazy snowing outside. Of course we had to take the freeway. Of course there's old people ahead of us and you know how slow they are at everything. Not making fun, just stating facts people. We finally got into the doctor's office, got the prescription for Tamiflu, and were on our way to the pharmacy.

I decided to take some time getting the "flu foods" while they were filling the prescription. I got Sprite, saltine crackers, and Top Ramen. While on my shopping endeavor, I hear over the loud speaker, "Will party for Martyn Haynes please come to the pharmacy?" That's an ah crap moment. I get over there and she proceeds to tell me that our insurance does not cover Tamiflu within 180 days. Since he got the swine flu over Christmas break, we were out of luck. There was a solution, we could pay for it without insurance and it would be a mere $91. Uh, shove it lady.

I called Taylor, poor thing had been waiting in the car this whole time and was practically freaking out. We don't like being anywhere but the couch or bed when it comes to being sick. It's not progressive. He told me it was out of the question. I thought I could probably use my birthday money and everything would be fine. Well right about then, I thought about calling his mom. I wanted to call her and tell her through streaming tears and sniffles that Taylor was sick and I'm so pathetic at this nursing to health thing and I wanted her to fly out here and take care of him until he was better.

But I didn't.

We're married, remember? And I'm an adult, remember? And we're in Michigan, remember?

I knew there had to be a way. It remembered the doctor had mentioned he had some samples of Tamiflu but he didn't have anymore. So I called the office and the super nice receptionist (she's my kinda gal!) put our request on urgent and said she would call back if she had any luck finding them.

Low and behold, I got a call. Taylor got a 5 day supply, just what he needed. Can I get amen!?

After all that, I was worried I would get the flu as well. Naturally since meeting all these new people and their germs at work, I got a cold. At least I think its a cold. My teeth hurt, which I've heard can be a sinus infection but I feel so much better today. We've both had fevers this week but we've both taken care of each other.

I finally did get to talk to Julie when Taylor was feeling better and she told me she counted on me to help him feel better. I felt the same about her when he was living at his parents house. I was pretty proud of myself for stepping up because not only is it a moral obligation, I knew if I got sick he would do the same thing for me. And he did, like two days later! :) Let this be a lesson to me, I can do so much more than what I think I am capable of.

I promise to post a better looking picture of me healthier next time!

It's Birthday Week!!!

How cool is it that I have two nieces and a nephew that have birthdays the same week as me? SO COOL!

First we have Keltin. Taylor's oldest sister's son. The ONLY nephew we can claim! He may be outnumbered, but he is special in his own way. It is very hard to live so far away from family because sometimes we feel like we miss everything but we do have some good memories. Keltin looks so much like my FIL Marty and my BIL Chuck. It's like he's a clone of both of them! We thought it was so cute when Taylor built a mini track for his train and put something on it just so Keltin could knock it down. Such a boy! That year we suggested Thomas the train stuff for Christmas! A complete hit!

This is so long ago, but isn't he cuuute? He's three now!

Next is me. Yep, my 23rd birthday. Nobody likes you when you're 23. Yeah.

It turned out to be a really great day. Taylor made me breakfast in bed..pausing for aaawww!...and I was able to sleep in a little. It was only my second day at my new job (oh, did I forget to update on that? oops) and they got me a card and a cake! Second day! So nice of them to do that. There was a crazy dump of snow that came in that day and by the time I got home and sat down, I so tired and didn't want to go out. I talked to my MIL and she told me to go out and celebrate. I had to really convince myself but we eventually went to a nice restaurant called Weber's. We had their amazing spinach bread and each had a steak. I was happy that I talked to my MIL about it because she's always helpful when I'm indecisive. Zingerman's Roadhouse gives a free birthday cupcake so we got that to go and shared a doughnut sundae. MMM. Our waiter even gave us a little shot of chocolate pudding because, "Everyone should have chocolate on their birthday." Nice huh? It was so good! Overall a great day.

And last but not least, we have Miss Ashlyn. My sister's youngest, and little Miss Thang.
I wish I could say the world was perfect when she was born. It wasn't. It was pretty much the worst year of my life. Too much drama and not enough love. But when Ashlyn came, the world changed. The deep embedded cracks in our family started to slowly move closer. I guess that is one of the reasons she made me cry when I saw her all dressed up as a flower girl for our wedding. She looked like an angel. It was like everything was right in the world because she was there. Since then, things have only gotten better.

The kids are so special. I have always wanted to an aunt. Even at the young age I was blessed with job, I knew I liked it. It is hard to believe I could love my children more than these kids but that is what I've been told. We'll seeeeee...

Is it really almost Valentine's day???