30days, districts/states, strangulation in my sleep, budgets, hospitals, the norm, life

So, right now I should be uploading my day 1 and day 30 pics and talking about how great my workout was today. But... Life intervened. Or maybe death tried to intervene. Great day yesterday led to not so great night and pretty long and uncomfortable day.
The drive to Miami yesterday took almost 4 hours. Usually that drive is 2-3 depending on traffic. Yesterday I did about 10 miles an hour for a quarter of the drive. And no, there were no wrecks. Just your typical south floridians who don't know how to drive. Wait. That's probably not fair. South Floridians can drive. It's all the q-tippped snow-birds. Yeah, that's it. So, anyway... I get to Miami, the day is good. I learned a lot.
I left Miami at 2:30 and had a phone conference with the state at 3, wherein I was informed that the district, if the district so chooses, could agree to work things out for an August 2011 opening WITHOUT having to go to the DOE meeting on February 15. Talk about excited! But I would have to have everything done and resubmitted in time for the panel to review it and make a recommendation to the board to reconsider it, and all that done before the 14th because that's the deadline for removing ourselves from the DOE agenda. So, remember last summer? The month leading up to my August first deadline?  Where I was working all day and all night and glued to the computer and became best friends with the guy at Kinkos Fed Ex? Yeah, well, we're having a repeat. So, between hanging up the phone with the state at 3:45 and stopping for gas at 5, I managed to work in a phone conference with my consultant and finance guy, schedule a 9 AM finance meeting for today, schedule a phone conference with the district at 11:15 today and work up a plan for getting everything done quickly. And somehow in there I managed to arrange to take the next 3 weeks off from the manual labor job to focus on all this. You gotta love modern technology! Oh, and I still made it home in time to pick up my husband for our 5:30 appointment in Stuart (yes, I realize I drove north from Miami to St. Lucie to turn around and go back south to Stuart; and yes, I further realize that spent no less than 7 hours in the car yesterday).
So, our appointment went well. And then we went to dinner together. We are starting date nights again. We used to go every Wednesday night, for about 2 years, and then we stopped. So, we ae trying to incorporate them again. Anyway, we went to a Mexican place we've been wanting to try: Santa Fe Cafe, in Stuart. Small, but quaint. Food was okay. I ordered the same thing I order at EVERY mexican restaurant we go to: chicken flautas and margaritas. We were home by 9 and I was in bed shortly thereafter (thanks to the Ritas). I was up a few times through the night to potty, and was fine the last time at 2 a.m. Then, around 4 or 430 I woke up because I couldn't breathe. The entire left side of my throat felt like it had swollen shut. Doctor's office didn't open until 9, and urgent care didn't open until 8. I was terrified the swelling was going to spread and I would end up needing a tracheotomy. So, I went to the ER. IV steroids for the swelling, IV antibiotics for the unknown cause of the swelling, and the doc wanted to do IV Benadryl. That one I refused. After all, I had a meeting in just a few hours that I couldn't be knocked out for. Yes, I still intended to go to my meetings, straight from a near-death experience. What, you think Grim can stop me?? Ha! I laugh in the face of death! Or at least in the face of swollen throats. So, anyway, back to the story. So, the doc has never seen anything like this, the pharmacist thought it odd, the nurses had no clue, and my best friend (also a pharmacist) thinks I'm just weird. No apparent cause. But the steroids did bring down the swelling enough that I could breathe and talk with my head in a normal position--oh, I forgot to mention. With my throat so swollen, I could only breath and talk while looking at the ceiling, which gave everyone a great view of straight up my nose. Anyway, a script for steroids, antibiotics and prescription strength benadryl is my diet for the next few days. On a good note: I was released from the hospital in time to rush home, shower and make it to my 9 o'clock, where we spent the next  few hours reallocating funds and developing an already developed budget to make the district happy. Then the 1115 phone conference with the district went decently. My contact there was putting in a phone call to the district attorney to get an interpretation of some district policy. If the attorney interprets the policy as we hope, then the review panel can choose to look at the revised application and resubmit it to their board for reconsideration. That's all best case scenario. Worst case: they don't and we go to the DOE meeting Feb. 15th.
So, like a good girl and adhering to the promise I made to the doc, I came home and took my meds, even the benadryl, and have been sitting here working on the revisions since 12:00 in a drug induced fog. A little bit ago the husband got me to go on a walk with him and the puppies--I needed the fresh air, but only made 2 streets before I was too weak to go on. So, I decided to take a break and update the blog, and then I will go right back to my app. If I make it to sleep tonight, do me a favor and cross your fingers that I breathe/live/make it through the night. It would suck if I died before I got the school approved.
Sweet dreams, peeps!