I've been detained.

I know that I said I would blog more regularly buuut uhhh... I've been detained. Lets just leave it at that.
I'm sick. Sicky sick sick.
I have a fever again. I don't like fevers. I'd imagine no one does. It's a constant argue with myself whether or not I'm cold or hot. I'll fan myself, take off my jacket, snuggle back into the covers and 3 minutes later my teeth will be chattering. Last night I developed a cough that sounds like a mature goose. It's not that bad yet. My throat is scratchy though. My ears hurt. There's been a constant pinching pressure behind my eyes. Congestion. No fun.
This morning and afternoon was spent job searching. The application questions are getting more and more interesting. Yesterday's favorite:
If you were color, what would you be?
If you were a shape, what would you be?
I don't know what employers would want to do with a turquoise prism version of Rachel. The human Rachel is much more impressive.
Rest in peace to my brother's puppy, Sadie. All you crazy speed demons out there: Slow the freak down. There are children and puppies running about. Hoolagans.
I've been trying to blog this event for about a week but it's complicated. I don't like it.
But here I go.
On the 11th of February I was released to walk with out crutches or a boot. (Cue fireworks) It's been nice. I felt like a whole new woman. Until... *glass shattering* my leg started hurting. Not the most previous surgery leg. The first surgery leg. The compartment leg. The last 1/4 of my leg pinched and... hurt. I figured it was just still healing and was sore from walking. I thought it would go away. I thought wrong. At 6am the pain reduced me to tears and calling my mother. Moms know everything. EVERYTHING. Between Brett, my mamma, David, and I we confirmed something unusual was going on with my leg. I called the doc on his personal cellular and gave him the scoop. He wanted to take a look at it. Awesome. On a Holiday even. We met him at his office. He unlocked the doors and took us into a observation room. I showed him my leg and he agreed that there was something weird going on. He called in an ultrasound and off we went. We played an obnoxiously ridiculous game of hide and seek with the tech girl. RIDICULOUS. But as soon as we found her things rolled smoothly. She led us through dark hallways and labs until we got to room with a ultrasound machine and a bed. I took off my pants and laid on the table. She ultra sounded my whole leg. She explained a lot of cool stuff that I'm not going to take the time to type. Just know it was cool. She reported back to the doc that something was going on. It could just be swelling. But she didn't know. The doc called me later that night and yes, from his personal cellular, and said that I better have and MRI to see what's really going on. He said someone would contact me the next morning with an appointment for an MRI. Someone did contact me the next day. But they had bad news. Their MRI machine was down for the day so they scheduled an appointment for the next day. Pain pain go away. The next day rolled around and the receptionist from the MRI place called to dish me some more bad news. Our insurance company would not cover the MRI. So the past week has been playing cat and mouse with insurance people who have dirt in their coffee. (I'd be cranky if I had dirt in my coffee...) So for now, I'm in pain.
Brett is a fantastic care taker. I am blessed to have someone like him in my life. He gets an A+ for taking care of a sick and in pain wife. A+!!

I was going to post this on Valentines but I never got around to it:
I don't care what your marital status is, Valentines Day has high potential for disappointment. This can make people do and say preeeetty stupid things.
In high school I dated a guy who "forgot" it was Valentines Day. He took me to Wendys to get me a frosty, We were in line at the drive thru and he said, "Rachel, you look gorgeous in break lights." Charming wasn't he. I think I made him take me home.
Ahhhh... memories.