I’m pretty sure this is the year that sucks more than any other year so far.

Yesterday we were sposta do a photo shoot in Pacifica, California.  The woman who set it up, broke her foot the night before and was in a cast from toe to knee.  We decided that we would spend the day in Pacifica anyway since I had hid 80 bucks for gas to go.
We grabbed the older girls and Jeremiah and headed for the beach.

I started to feel sorta erfy (anther word for ‘not so good’) but by the time we made it down to the beach set up and all that, I realized I had now gone from erfy to oh-shit-i’m-going-to-pass-out.  It’s a long ride from Sacramento to Pacifica and I didn’t want to ruin anyone’s fun so I sat there and just dealt with it.  When it got to the point of not being able to handle the pain any longer, I told Shaun we had to go.

The long walk back UP to the car, I was counting the steps and making promises with God that if I didn’t die, I would be a better person.

When we got back up to the car we realized it had been broken into. They stole my phone and wallet.  I was not only in the most pain I have been in since this whole bullshit started at the end of June, but we had NO money to get home.
Shaun held us together long enough to figure out the damage.  They stole my phone and wallet with my ID and everything, but missed the GPS system that was wrapped up in the baby blanket. They missed Kara’s t-mobile side kick that was under Jeremiah’s car seat and Avery’s phone that was wrapped in her underwear.
Luckily there was a Wells Fargo down the street and was still open.
I can’t imagine how I managed to sit there through all the pain. I drank 3 bottles of water and since I couldn’t pee it out, I had to throw up.

The CT scan that I had done on Thursday should show what the problem is. *crossing fingers*
What I don’t understand is how I can get another infection when I am on antibiotics…unless they aren’t working.  I’m allergic to the ones that would work though.

I swear, this year sucks donkey balls.