You mean... this week is over??? What... not yet??
Friday, February 16th, 2007 08:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouOMG, I'm tired.
I know I didn't mention it last week, but Steve came back for a visit. For those of you not in the know, "Steve" is what I decided to name the strep bug that keeps coming to visit us at embarrassingly regular intervals. I'm so sick of Steve that I'm ready to scream.
However, after a course of Zithromax, I thought the Impertinent Daughter was over it, and on the road to recovery. Ha. Silly me. Tuesday afternoon, I went to pick the Impossible Son up from school. Now, if Miss Priss hadn't forgotten her water bottle, things would have certainly been more frustrating. But she did. She had Running Club on Tuesday, and I filled her water bottle and brought it with me, picked up Mr. Manzie and said, "Hey, let's walk to the track so we can give your sister her water bottle." It was very chilly, very windy... and very, very dry. By the time I got to the track, my face felt tight because all the moisture had been sucked out of my skin by the wind. However, my girl wasn't there. The coach came over and said, "Oh, well, she looked terrible, and felt hot to me, so I sent her to the front office and told her to call you to come pick her up."
I nodded thoughtfully and felt my cellphone, in case I had left it on vibrate and just wasn't noticing the thing buzzing, since it was in an outer pocket of my jacket. But no, not buzzing. I said, "Well, Little Man, looks like we need to get your sister." He sighed. More walking in the wind and not getting in the car to get out of it. He was tired of being a little boy kite that Mama had to hang onto every time the wind hit him.
After a quick call to the office to make sure Miss Priss stayed put, I snagged her, took one look at her flushed little face and thought, "Crap! Not again!!" And when we got home, hello Mr. High Temperature! 102 F. Lovely. But... her throat was NOT sore, swollen, or red. Yay.
No, she doesn't have strep. She has a secondary infection. And she's on antibiotics again, a different one. And the doctor once again raised the spector of MONO!! NO, NO, NO!!! NOT MONO!!!
*resigned*
You know, the Husbandly One and I had arranged for kid free time this evening. The kids' school has a "Kids' Night Out" thing, where the kids get to go hang out at the school for three hours so Mom and Dad can have a date, the kids can play with supervision... it's a win/win situation. Now, however...*sigh*
She has to stay in bed for the next three days. Literally. She's on bed rest. If there's no significant improvement by Monday, we'll be going to have her tested for mono, and she's already wailing about soccer season, which starts March 3rd. I have reassured her that even if she can't play, we will go to all her team's games so she can support them. This is small comfort, but right now, until we know more, that's all I can give her. Poor kid, she's been fretting and going nuts during the off-time between fall and spring soccer, wanting to play and only being able to kick around with a few of her friends.
Good grief... am I actually thinking how much I'll miss being a human target if she doesn't get to play this season?? *thinks she's been hit in the head by one too many soccer balls*
Okay, any of you guys got any ideas of how I can entertain a seriously bored ten year old girl who is sick of watching tv and is supposed to stay in bed?? Really, I'm desperate, I'll take ANYTHING!!
I know I didn't mention it last week, but Steve came back for a visit. For those of you not in the know, "Steve" is what I decided to name the strep bug that keeps coming to visit us at embarrassingly regular intervals. I'm so sick of Steve that I'm ready to scream.
However, after a course of Zithromax, I thought the Impertinent Daughter was over it, and on the road to recovery. Ha. Silly me. Tuesday afternoon, I went to pick the Impossible Son up from school. Now, if Miss Priss hadn't forgotten her water bottle, things would have certainly been more frustrating. But she did. She had Running Club on Tuesday, and I filled her water bottle and brought it with me, picked up Mr. Manzie and said, "Hey, let's walk to the track so we can give your sister her water bottle." It was very chilly, very windy... and very, very dry. By the time I got to the track, my face felt tight because all the moisture had been sucked out of my skin by the wind. However, my girl wasn't there. The coach came over and said, "Oh, well, she looked terrible, and felt hot to me, so I sent her to the front office and told her to call you to come pick her up."
I nodded thoughtfully and felt my cellphone, in case I had left it on vibrate and just wasn't noticing the thing buzzing, since it was in an outer pocket of my jacket. But no, not buzzing. I said, "Well, Little Man, looks like we need to get your sister." He sighed. More walking in the wind and not getting in the car to get out of it. He was tired of being a little boy kite that Mama had to hang onto every time the wind hit him.
After a quick call to the office to make sure Miss Priss stayed put, I snagged her, took one look at her flushed little face and thought, "Crap! Not again!!" And when we got home, hello Mr. High Temperature! 102 F. Lovely. But... her throat was NOT sore, swollen, or red. Yay.
No, she doesn't have strep. She has a secondary infection. And she's on antibiotics again, a different one. And the doctor once again raised the spector of MONO!! NO, NO, NO!!! NOT MONO!!!
*resigned*
You know, the Husbandly One and I had arranged for kid free time this evening. The kids' school has a "Kids' Night Out" thing, where the kids get to go hang out at the school for three hours so Mom and Dad can have a date, the kids can play with supervision... it's a win/win situation. Now, however...*sigh*
She has to stay in bed for the next three days. Literally. She's on bed rest. If there's no significant improvement by Monday, we'll be going to have her tested for mono, and she's already wailing about soccer season, which starts March 3rd. I have reassured her that even if she can't play, we will go to all her team's games so she can support them. This is small comfort, but right now, until we know more, that's all I can give her. Poor kid, she's been fretting and going nuts during the off-time between fall and spring soccer, wanting to play and only being able to kick around with a few of her friends.
Good grief... am I actually thinking how much I'll miss being a human target if she doesn't get to play this season?? *thinks she's been hit in the head by one too many soccer balls*
Okay, any of you guys got any ideas of how I can entertain a seriously bored ten year old girl who is sick of watching tv and is supposed to stay in bed?? Really, I'm desperate, I'll take ANYTHING!!
