Fundamental Paradox (not just the Scattergories kind)

Okay, so I am sure the title doesn't really mean anything, but I can't quite define the things that have been going on around here. So CRAZY! I guess CRAZY! would be a good way to describe it (all caps, exclamation point).

So, first, let's start things off with this:



Yeah, that's right. That's Jake and the dreadlocked kid from American Idol. They have an uncanny resemblance. CRAZY!

Next -- can you say EARTHQUAKE?!? I mean, what the heck? Abe and I were camping out on our family room floor for that one. Yeah, we were sleeping on the floor because he was projectile vomiting everywhere (AGAIN), and we wanted to make sure he wouldn't puke in his bed. (He is fine now. See, the photo below is proof.) I was in such a sleep-haze that I thought Jake fell off the bed. He has been known to shake the tri-state area.



Next, I am allergic to my wedding ring. It has created a weird rash around my ring finger. It is quite off putting. It makes it even better when you can hear your doctor telling a nurse through the door and she says, "WEEEEIIIRD." CRAZY!

Which leads me to why I was even in the doctor's in the first place. You see, I only ended up there after I had diligently consulted my primary physician (GOOGLE) and called the free women's medline, and my medical school friend (BERMES),and had stumped them all.

I had a fever and sore throat this weekend, so I took myself to Urgent Care, thinking it was strep. Well, the doctor said I had tonsillitis, because I have some crazy looking tonsils, prescribed some drugs, and I was on my merry way. Well, then I started to develop these weird bumps on my fingers and my feet started to feel like I was walking on pins and needles. The bumps turned into blisters and my feet had these bumps underneath the soles. CRAZY! I (of course) started to freak out, and started consulting all of my sources (see above).

However, I am pretty sure I have hand-foot-and-mouth disease. No, not hoof and mouth disease, although I am not sure if the former is any better. Having this disease is CRAZY! because:

A) I am not an infant
B) I do not eat poop

So, it is all very perplexing. My final diagnoses from the funny doctor was that he wasn't sure. Great! But, he was pretty sure that I didn't have hand-foot-and-mouth disease because that would be CRAZY! But, clearly, he didn't know that my husband looks like the dreadlocked kid from American Idol, because, I am sure if he did it would all make sense to him.

Anyways, all I gotta say is that there is some crazy shizzle happening around here. I am not quite sure what to make of it all.