Because 2009 wasn't going down without a fight

I've enjoyed everyone's blog entries and status updates on Facebook regarding how happy and joyous their New Years celebrations have been. Really. Unfortunately, I spent my entire long weekend trying not to expel my lungs through my mouth, and so did my child.

I knew that 2009 wasn't going to let me off that easy.

I felt myself getting sick on Thursday, while at work. On December 31st. Thinking oh, 2009, how I do hate you oh so much.

Rang in the new year holding a child who was alternately coughing so hard she could barely catch her breath, then SCREAMING that her ear hurt. Mommy can only be so comforting when she, too, is hacking like a chain smoker.

Spent all day Friday trying to convince myself that if we just laid low, we'd be better by Saturday.

Ha.

Saturday was Zoey's trip to urgent care, to diagnose her ear infection and bronchitis. $32 worth of antibiotics later, she was on the mend.

Sunday was my day to shine as the patient, after spending all night Saturday coughing so hard I literally wet my pants. Several times. And no, I am not ashamed to admit that this was one of the driving forces that convinced me to go to the doctor. Because I only have so many pairs of underwear, you know? Oh, and talking to my mom helped convince me, too. Because apparently not only did I look like death, I sounded like it as well.

Back at the Target pharmacy, I found out my antibiotic prescription was going to cost $92.

As in, NINETY TWO DOLLARS.

Pilita, the angel of mercy who is the Target pharmacist, managed to wrangle a cheaper prescription from the doctor's office after sitting on hold for close to an hour while I sat on the bench nearby and tried not to die.

And on my way home? My check-engine light popped on in my car.

So, it would appear that 2010 is NOT the year we will be getting ahead financially.

Lucky for me, it's now Monday morning, and I'm feeling better...just in time to go back to work.

Happy New Year, everyone.