Four butts along with a terrible weekend.... (One lonely picture to boot)

Fast forward to Friday night.  Started feeling a slight pinch feeling in my throat.  Thought, well could be sinus related.  So lets just let it ride.  

Saturday came, throat still about the same.  We all (my wife, little girl, and I) went out and about in Greensboro about all day.  Went to Harris Teeter to pick up the butts for the BBQ.  

Got home about 3pm, was watching most of the UNC vs. ND game and thought man I am getting tired and cold.  Told the wife, I think I may go lay down.  I asked her to wake me in about an hour.  In that time I could not get warm at all (and it wasn't a cold day).  I will also add you my little girl started coughing along with other cold type symptoms.  

I wake and I think "I better take my temp", this is odd.  Take my temp and it is at 102.8°.  I am like damn it.  I got something and I have to cook all this BBQ tomorrow.  Now my little girl is not doing any better either.  Call the Peds office after hours.  Her nose was clogged and she was coughing that sounded like a dying dog.  They gave me things to do to help her out hopefully.  

Well some time passes by and she is doing worse it appears.  Called back, they tell me about the same thing.  I do as they say.  Then she acted like she couldn't breath and I freaked out.  She did calm down, but I called back to the peds.  The women then heard my little girl and her trouble breathing and told me to take her to the ER.  So off we went, and scared as hell to boot.  

Go to the ER and I have never seen so many people start to help.  I start panicking seeing so many people in the room with her and my wife and I am trying to get the insurance crap straightened out.  I felt like I was in a damn sitcom or movie scene or something with some trauma going on.  My little girl was in major distress because she couldn't breathe well.  When I finally got to getting the car parked I was a hot mess out there and then hurrying back in.  

She had a bad case of the croup.  I had never heard of this in my life.  They had to give her two breathing treatments along with a steroid to help expand her airway.  Also a chest x-ray to ensure nothing was in her lungs was done as well.  

They monitored her and everything they done was a success.  We were released at 2am Sunday.  The doctor said he was a little worried about her when he seen her.  The triage nurse said she was surprised to see us leave by the way she was.  I was blessed beyond belief to be leaving with my little girl. 

Wake up around 9am thinking about everything along with the BBQ I have to take to work.  I didn't get the lump I needed the day before.  We were going to go out later to pick up other groceries, but never did Saturday.  

Needless to say, I head to Wally world get groceries for the week and lump and other items for the BBQ.  Finally get the butts on at 12 noon.  Not when I wanted to.  Throughout the day I started feeling progressively worse.  I was popping Motrin for my fever, but it kept coming and going.   I was starting to worry at this point.  I had to press on as people were counting on me.  

Finally, at 12 midnight, the butts are done, and I am too.  Still battling a fever and sore throat.  Now, I have to get up at 5:30am to get to work.  Nice, huh?  I woke up every hour on the hour between the time I laid down till 5:30am.  Throat was killing me.  I thought "what and the heck is going on".  I get up and my wife is like "you're not going to work are you?".  I said, "yes, I have committed to this and I am going to drop this off and then go to the doctor".  She knew I wasn't feeling well when I said I am going to the doctor.  Bad thing is, I have an hour commute to work from home, then about an hour commute back to my doctor, then a 30min ride home from the doctor.  I was planning on taking a nap in the car somewhere if need be.  

Do all that running, and get to the doctor to have a really bad case of strep throat.  Doc told me I should have came a day earlier and if I would have went more it could have been more serious.  Anywho, two shots in the butt, couple swabs for tests, and antibiotic later here I come home.  Did some great sleeping, but felt bad as my wife was alone with the little girl that was cranky because of her illness.  I couldn't be around her due to what I had going on.  

All in all, my little girl is doing better.  Nights are tough for her breathing, but they say that is common.  I am feeling better by the minute and I am looking forward to going to work.  I hear the BBQ was a hit.  

Oh, the one lone picture, here you are.  Behind is my table still waiting on my piece of granite (got that today BTW).