Meltdown

When Jon and I were dating. I had to cancel a date because I was having an asthma flareup. I was sick, and embarrassed, so I told Jon to stay home. Instead he came to my apartment with cheesy poofs and grape soda? Why? Because it makes you feel better.
And it did.
Love that guy.

Yesterday:
I woke up with a cough and chest pain.
For most people, a cough is no big deal.
I have severe asthma and a tiny, angry left lung.
My coughs are pathetic, and they hurt like a sonofabitch.
A cough for me is usually a sign of serious crap in my lungs, and at the least a pain in my ass.

So I had that going for me, which was nice.

We are also on week 2 of Jon working all day and night, leaving me with no downtime, or quality grownup time, and therefore super chipper.

And a big PTA even is coming up, so of course I am freaking out needlessly.

Then I had a "meeting" with a school administrator about an issue I was and continued to be concerned about, not just for my kids but for a lot of kids who I think are not being served as best they could. The "meeting" was held while standing up in the hallway. So immediately I felt about as valued as a speck of dust. I was given a very nice, noncommittal answer that I didn't like. I understood it. I was still pissed.

And that was all it took.
Before I got out of the school, I had broken into tears.
I am not usually one for public crying.
So I felt AWESOME.

Luckily, the handful of people who saw me know me well enough not to crowd me. I shut myself in a room, and collected myself. Sort of.

So I made it to my car and left a weepy message on Jon's voicemail.

Then I went to the grocery store and bought some emergency face powder. Being a wreck is no reason to be blotchy.

So I took myself over to Urgent Care hoping to score some heavy cough syrup.
Turns out I was waay sicker than I thought, and I needed a lot more than codeine.

Poppa wasa great other husband to be yesterday. We had homemade soup that I didn't make, and he let me take a nap yesterday and today.

And Jon came home at 9ish with grape soda and cheesy poofs.

I am now on lots of meds, a littler better rested, and still barely grumpy.

I put the kids in a Parents Night Out thingy till 10 tonight. I may take myself to the movies. I may take myself out to a movie, or more napping.
But I am waay better.
And that, was my meltdown.