I feel like...

a hypochondriac. I swear my dr. is going to be so sick of me before this whole thing is over. Last week I had a really nasty sore (that they put me on antibiotics for) and this morning I woke up with a blister on my chest. I wouldn't worry too much except that I work with old people and those old people tend to get shingles. The blister itches like crazy. Cyle told me to call the dr. but do I bother him for one itching blister? Oh well. I will probably go a couple of days to see if it goes away on its own.
Oh and ps...did I mention that no one in our house slept last night because it was our first experience with a kid waking up puking? The joys of motherhood. I just felt bad for my little guy because he didn't know what was going on and closed his mouth and then it came up his nose...