#198

I spent a couple hours at the urge t care clinic with my girls today. P is sick. And normally I would have waited it out. But A. She didn't want to eat her banana, for P that is unheard of. And B. Our insurance is wonky because if the move ( and because of J) so she wouldn't be able to see a dr for a couple weeks. 

I guess I should start with our insurance. We were enrolled in Overseas, for obvious reasons. We need to be enrolled in... Uh, whatever region I currently reside in. I thought J had changed it. He hadn't. Fun. So this morning, with my baby girls fever climbing, her cough getting worse, and her complete lack of appetite... We went to get our enrollment stuff fixed. First to the office. Then the hospital. And since I was there and she was looking horrid, we stopped at the clinic. 

After a couple hours, a couple Otter Pops, a nap, and some meds, we went home. They aren't sure what her deal is. Keep an eye on her, bring her back in if she gets worse. 

All of this while my head tried to explode. However, my little K was absolutely awesome through the crazy wait times and her sis being sick. K was singing to entertain me, coloring so I could hold P, and just being a great girl. 

Really. What is the deal with my head? I have gotten so many really bad headaches/migraines since we moves to KY. Why??? I am dying here. Looks like I might need to go back to a neurologist when we get settled. 

Now it is 1930, the girls are asleep. J and I are going to bed as well. 

Good. Night.