For serious, this has gone beyond ridiculous

Guess who ended up in the ER again early early early Friday morning?

Guess who had a fever that finally spiked at 101.9 before it broke at around three this morning?

Guess who has cellulitus again? Pretty sure it's worse than it was last time, or at least it seems to be covering more skin this go round.

Finally, guess who's husband got up at one am Friday morning to get me and the baby ready for travel, sat in the ER room taking care of the baby while I was passed out thanks to an IV, then had to leave for work the moment he got us settled in at home at six am, came home during the afternoon at one point because I was literally too weak to get my antibiotics out of the stupid childproof packaging, put in an entire day at work, came home to care for the baby and I and didn't actually get any sleep until my fever finally broke this morning?

The man should be up for some kind of minor sainthood.

I didn't ask the doctors if I'd be able to travel next week because I don't particularly care what they say, because I'm going home no matter what, even if I spend the entire time stuck on a couch with my stupid leg up on pillows being miserable. At least I'll be miserable with friends and family and mom's chili rather than miserable here alone and missing Christmas. I'm gonna be miserable no matter what, might as well enjoy my misery.

Wait... I don't think that made any sense.