Oh my lord, I am so pissed off right now. Ok, maybe not so much pissed as extremely frustrated. A little background:

My son has allergies. Ok, most kids do. Except my son seems to never have an allergy free season. He's allergic to grass, dust mites, some form of pollen, cats and cigarette smoke. Ok. We have 3 cats. He's not really bothered by them. Sure, he gets stuffy every now and again, but nothing like the way he is when he comes home from his dad's. My son goes to his dad's Friday night through Sunday night, when I pick him up after I get out of work. Every time, literally every time I pick him up, he's sick. I'm guessing that is due to the fact that his dad doesn't make people smoke outside like I do. My son is not exposed to smoke when he's with me or his grand parents. His dad claims to have quit smoking, though I have my doubts since he was workin on a 2 1/2 pack a day habit when we split, but he very well may have. Dad's new fiance, however, smokes like a chimney, as does her little brother. I think the little brother may be living with them as well, but I'm not sure. Anyway, my son's dad claims that no one smokes inside anymore, but just last weekend, my ex mother-in-law went to pick my son up for church and the place was full of smoke and there sat the fiances brother, smoking away like it was no big deal. Hmm.. Looks like there's people smoking inside, but maybe I'm confusing the living room FOR THE PORCH.

So, to sum it up, my son comes home sick every Sunday night and last night was no exception. This time, however, it had nothing to do with his coughing or his throat, but rather his stomach. Seems just before I got there, the boy decided it would be fun to projectile vomit in front of the door. O_o His dad tells me and makes a nifty little comment about how he doesn't understand why it's been so difficult for me to change the boy's doctor. Um, excuse me? Number 1, I don't hold the insurance policy. Number 2, while I said I wasn't opposed to switching doctors, HE is the one who is hell bent on it. Given those 2 reasons right there, I was under the impression that he was going to make some calls and get back to me with the info he had gathered. Looks like I set the bar too high on that one. I look at him with my You're such an asshole look and we leave. The boy tells me on the way home that dear daddy made him finish puking outside. In 15 degree weather. WTF. He couldn't get him to the toilet so why not just throw him outside?! I swear, sometimes I wonder why I allowed this man to have sex with me.

So, I take the boy to his gramma's today and he pukes in the car on the way there. Thankfully I thought ahead and brought a puke bag and he made it in the bag! I felt guilty as hell for having to take him there and not staying home with him, but I have no sick time left and I missed the last 2 Mondays due to him being sick. So, I drop him and his puke bag off and walk into the shit storm that is EMS. I'm working away, reading random things while waiting for my crews to get to where they're goin and what not when baby daddy calls. Seems he finally took some iniciative and got the boy a doctor's appt with a pediatrician. Ok, it's the fiance's kids doctor, but whatever. He then asks if I can get out of work early to take him or if he has to. I asked when the appt was and he says 3. I get out at 2. I asked where. He tells me Owosso. Ugh. This means I have to travel a 1/2 hour to get him from gramma's and then drive an additional hour to get him to this doctor. No way in hell we'll be there on time. So, he says he'll have fiance call and say we'll be late. He then proceeds to tell me that fiance told the doctor what was going on and that he wanted to see the boy immediately. This confuses me as he seems to have the flu as opposed to the other times he comes home and sounds like he needs a lung transplant. This is when baby daddy decides to tell me that it's been his stomach that he's been concerned about all along. *facepalm* Are you fucking serious? The doctor he normally sees asked me last week if he has ever had to use an inhaler cuzz he's wheezing and NOW I'm being told that it's all been about his stomach?! I think he waited to tell me that while I was working cuzz he knows I can't scream at him. I did it once when we were first separated and though my bosses completely understood why, I was told that I need to keep my temper in check at work and that I needed to remember why I've been banned from watching sports while I'm working. (Seems I got a teeny bit loud watching the Red Wings and a walk in patient heard me screaming outside.) From that point on, whenever baby daddy wanted to start shit, they have made me go into a different room or out to my car. Today though, all the bosses are out sick and I have no where to go to yell. I told baby daddy that the normal doctor was concerned about the boy's lungs and that I had no idea about his stomach cuzz when he's with me after like a day, he's perfectly fine. Baby daddy then tried to place the blame on HIS mom as to why I didn't know about that. *sigh* Why the hell was I moronic enough when I was younger to allow this man to go all the way?!

So, there's my rant. I tell you what, if the boy comes home sick again this weekend, baby daddy is gonna have his visitation revoked. Though, since it's Christmas this weekend and I get the boy Christmas Eve after I get out of work at 9PM and Christmas Day before I have to be back at work at 9AM, he'll prolly not get sick. But, we'll see...