Because I Am Just That Lucky

Monday I had the MRI arthrogram of my shoulder... which is really something I could live without doing ever again.  But it had to be done, and within 18 hours or so I was functioning pretty well.  And I had the report in my grubby little hands.  I have a labral tear (Boo!), and some rotator cuff tendinitis/bursitis, but no tears (Yay!).  Saw Dr. Ortho yesterday and good news!  No surgery for now (Yay!!) because although I have some symptoms from the tear, the majority of my pain and difficulty is not explained by the tear.  I might have to have surgery in the future... but it won't be this year:).  So he did some steroid injections in hopes that my shoulder will calm down.  He also told me to rest it for five days.  No physical therapy.  No strenuous activity.  No "carrying and moving your kids all around".

Rest my dominant shoulder?
With three-year-old triplets???
Is he smoking crack?


Too bad he couldn't have explained the whole "rest" thing to the kids...

Anyway, I headed home about 2:00pm looking forward to eating (stomach growling after just having a yogurt at 7:00am) and an hour or so to ice and rest my shoulder before picking the kids up from preschool. Shouldn't have been too bad.  Pick the kids up, buckle them into the car seats, bring them home, let them play and intervene only when the weapons come out or when the fighting started to shake the house.  Otherwise I could rest my shoulder and just heat up leftovers for dinner.

I hadn't been home 10 minutes before I got a phone call... it appeared Emery had pink eye (has been going around their class).  So much for lunch (and rest...).  I was able to talk Dr. Peds office into adding us on as their last appointment, and I headed off to pick up the kids (I had to get them all-- Matt as a loaner car right now and therefore no car seats).  And because I am JUST THAT LUCKY,  both Emery and Isaac peed their pants just before I got there (Really?  I can't remember the last time either of them did that).  Which meant not only did my supposedly-resting shoulder have to wrestle with both of the boys in the car (they chose that special moment to have a particularly aggressive version of the perennial fight over who had to sit in the middle), but I had two kids to clean and change when we got home (not, I imagine, all things that Dr. Ortho was thinking of when he told me to "rest").  Just in time to load up a (heavy) bag full of distractions for three three-year-olds who would no doubt be in for a long wait at the doctor's office.

We managed to survive the appointment with my shoulder (and much more surprisingly, my patience...) relatively intact, but all Hell broke loose in the car on the way home.

Laughing, screeching, yelling, hitting, kicking.
Welcome to tripletdom (Dang it, I need my rental van back-- the kids couldn't touch each other!)

I had to drop off Emery's prescription to be filled.  And considering the hunger-and-sleep-deprived-fueled mayhem occurring in my back seat, taking the kids into the pharmacy was not a workable option (in all honesty, taking the kids into the pharmacy unconfined is barely a workable option in the best of circumstances... and these were not them).  So I took my place as the fourth car in the drive-thru line.  The woman in front of me was at the window for ELEVEN minutes.  A VERY LONG eleven minutes, I assure you.  Let's just say that I'm awfully glad the kids aren't old enough to have videotaped my distinctively not-patient behavior in the car on the way home from the pharmacy:).

When we finally arrived home, I turned the TV on, even before putting my purse on the counter.
Ahhhhhh, sweet brain-melting TV.

The kids were fed.
I finally ate "lunch" at 6:30.
I went to my get-together for a short visit (sampling and swapping holiday treat recipes... sounded more enticing than staying home with three rambunctious preschoolers) and it was after 8:30 when I finally collapsed on the couch with an ice pack.

Yes, it was "one of those days".
And yet... might I remind you... NO SURGERY!
Things could be much worse:)