Insanity is hereditary; you get it from your kids...
Monday, June 5th, 2006 06:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouOh, this is it! The final straw! If you see a woman sitting on the curb, pulling out handfuls of hair as she rocks back and forth, well, that's not me. I'm the one standing by the building, rhythmically banging my skull into the bricks. AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!
The Impertinent Daughter finished her last dose of Zithromax last night. She had no fever yesterday. By the time she went to bed, her tonsils were no longer swollen. However, the Impossible Son, who is on a different antibiotic, STARTED running a high temp last night, and both of them have liquidy sounding coughs. Then Miss Priss started looking, well, you know how kids look when they start feeling bad, and she had that look. I took her temperature. 99, just enough to feel bad. I got the flashlight to peer down her throat...AAAAUUGGHHH! Swollen tonsils!! Red throat. Swollen glands! NOOOOOO!!!! I looked in Mr. Manzie's throat. AAAAUUGGHHH!!! Same thing!! So, we tripped in to the doctor's office, and after listening to Miss Priss, and feeling her glands, and observing her, said, "You know, it might be mono. It's starting to make the rounds, and she would be right in line for it, having just recovered from strep."
Great. And she has soccer camp in July, which, if this is mono, she won't be going to. Now don't get me wrong, soccer camp can take a flying leap where the Impertinent Daughter's health is concerned. But... the money...sigh... Well, we're waiting 48 hours. If she doesn't improve, then we have to return for a blood draw. Hopefully the Husbandly One will be able to go with us. Not fun. Not fun at all.
Somewhere in the middle of this, I need to try to manage to get some sleep. I'm strung out on caffeine as it is, and oh... I'm trying not to whine, but zarking fardwarks! Pickles! Puckernuts!! I am NOT a happy camper!! I know what I'll do, I'll go buy two pints of Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie and eat until I get the Migraine From Hell. By the time I wake up from the coma, it'll be a whole new world! Oh, puckernuts. Someone has to give the kids their meds. So much for that brilliant plan.
I'll get through this, I'll get through this, I'll get through this... and I'll get them through it, too. Rest assured, when the Husbandly One gets home, he'll probably bundle Auntie off into a hot tub while he goes and does something silly with the kids. I'll get through this, I'll get through this, I'll get through this...
The Impertinent Daughter finished her last dose of Zithromax last night. She had no fever yesterday. By the time she went to bed, her tonsils were no longer swollen. However, the Impossible Son, who is on a different antibiotic, STARTED running a high temp last night, and both of them have liquidy sounding coughs. Then Miss Priss started looking, well, you know how kids look when they start feeling bad, and she had that look. I took her temperature. 99, just enough to feel bad. I got the flashlight to peer down her throat...AAAAUUGGHHH! Swollen tonsils!! Red throat. Swollen glands! NOOOOOO!!!! I looked in Mr. Manzie's throat. AAAAUUGGHHH!!! Same thing!! So, we tripped in to the doctor's office, and after listening to Miss Priss, and feeling her glands, and observing her, said, "You know, it might be mono. It's starting to make the rounds, and she would be right in line for it, having just recovered from strep."
Great. And she has soccer camp in July, which, if this is mono, she won't be going to. Now don't get me wrong, soccer camp can take a flying leap where the Impertinent Daughter's health is concerned. But... the money...sigh... Well, we're waiting 48 hours. If she doesn't improve, then we have to return for a blood draw. Hopefully the Husbandly One will be able to go with us. Not fun. Not fun at all.
Somewhere in the middle of this, I need to try to manage to get some sleep. I'm strung out on caffeine as it is, and oh... I'm trying not to whine, but zarking fardwarks! Pickles! Puckernuts!! I am NOT a happy camper!! I know what I'll do, I'll go buy two pints of Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie and eat until I get the Migraine From Hell. By the time I wake up from the coma, it'll be a whole new world! Oh, puckernuts. Someone has to give the kids their meds. So much for that brilliant plan.
I'll get through this, I'll get through this, I'll get through this... and I'll get them through it, too. Rest assured, when the Husbandly One gets home, he'll probably bundle Auntie off into a hot tub while he goes and does something silly with the kids. I'll get through this, I'll get through this, I'll get through this...
