what a week

Talk about your fun filled weeks...I guess I should start at the beginning...N is Air National Guard...not AD AF....so that means he does 1 weekend a month 2 weeks a year (my @ss) and whatever other deployments they choose to send him one.

That being the case he also holds a full time civilian job. Currently that job is at Groton-New London Sub Base in CT. He's a full time firefighter. What that means is he works 24 hours on, 24 hours off...today he's on...he leaves at about 0530...which SUCKS...it's way early, and 9 times out of 10, I don't go back to sleep...

So let's rewind to say...Saturday...first day of April drill...no big deal, I'm used to drill weekends...Sunday...dril again...no big deal...N calls to tell me there's late flying, so he'll be late getting home, ok, whatever...I'll be here....comes home and is sun burnt like no other...He's very very Irish, and very fair skinned...they had the awards ceremony OUTSIDE, without telling anyone...so, N had no sunscreen...well he did bbut it was in my truck and he didn't have time to get it...so he comes home and his neck and face and the back of his head were SOOOO red, I thought for sure he was going to blister....NOT cool....

Along comes Monday (my birthday) and N's on day...so he leaves about 0530 again and I went back to sleep...my best anf my nephew can to surprise me and boy did they!! I was still asleep when the came int and said happy birthday, lol

Tuesday, I'm sick as hell, and N takes care of me and let's me sleep almost all day, I help fold the laundry...and help make dinner....N had got to the exchange and the commissary earlier in the day...and I had asked him to get my skinny cow ice cream sandwichs...when he came home I asked him if he had gotten them, and he said yes, but stay out of the freezer....ok, whatever, lol....so later that night, I wanted an ice cream sandwich...I asked him if I could go get one...and he just says SHIT....I totally forgot...stay here...so after about 10 minutes and a bunch of noise in the kitchen he comes to get me....we get to the archway to the dinning room and he tells me to close my eyes...so I do....he leads me into the kitche where he has a caramel turtle ice cream cake, that he decorated for me, and 2 candles on it...a 2 and an 8...he sings happy birthday to me....I wait a second, thank God for giving me such a great husband and make a wish. Then he hands me an envelope...just a plain white envelope...so I open it, and it's the best thing ever....he got me a gift certificate to get an hour massage at my favorite place....this chick is in heaven...

The comes Wednesday...N's on again, no big deal, I had stuff I had to do anyway....so I get our thank you notes done from our "wedding" and run some errands and such...and it's Skype night with my big sister C...so we skype for a couple hours, and her being an hour behind me, tells me I need to get to bed...which she was right, I had an appointment at 12, so I needed to get to bed so that I got enough sleep before N got home...so, we say good night, and I hang out online for awhile...the cats are on the bed with me, and Keegan starts crying...and staring at the ceiling...EWWW there's a spider on the ceiling...I HATE spiders...so I find something to smoosh it with a box of bandaids, lol....then it falls on the bed, dead, and as I'm trying to flick it off the bed, I loose my balance and fall, first on the bed, but in trying to avoid hurting the cats who are still on the bed, or my laptop which is on my bed, I fall off our bed, and slam my head and shoulder on something...my nnightstand, I think....I lay there for a minute unsure of what to do...then I get up and sit down on our bed...now the front and back of my head hurt...yup, I've got a concussion....shit...N's at work, I have no idea how to get ahold of him, and even if I could he's over an hour away....this sucks...I weigh my options, and decide to go to bed...

Thursday came and I felt like shit...my head was pounding, and my shoulder was killing me too...great....N comes home, and I tell him what happened...he won't let me drive, or do anything else, so he drove me to my appointment, and then we came home. and I pretty much spent the day in bed...I just couldn't do anything, all I wanted to do was sleep...N kept trying to get me to go get checked out...I didn't want to...we knew what was wrong and all they we're going to do was tell me to do exactly what I was already doing....so what's the point in spending 100 bucks for them to tell me the obvious? so He kept an eye on me all day with the agreement that if I started to get worse or started vomiting or anything that we'd go in....

Today is Friday...I still have a raging headache, but other then that and a sore shoulder I'm fine....I have to pack soon, I'm leaving in a few hours to go visit my Mom in NY....I still kinda feel like shit, but I promised that I would go, so I'm going...I may have to stop more often then I usually do, but I'll make it....so that's my week in the life of an Air Force Wife...

Have a good weekend!!