Pertussis.
Whooping Cough.
Mike has it.
Not even kidding.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Thanksgiving 2009
I'm sure you're all on the edge of your seats, anxiously awaiting news of our latest Thansgiving debacle (tragedy, drama, whatever you want to call it).
Sam came into the bedroom this morning and when I opened my eyes I saw this
looking back at me.
I was horrified. He had red spots all over his face. Further investigation confirmed they were ALL OVER HIS BODY.
So, I grabbed a shower and loaded him into the van for a return trip to the acute care clinic in town (I knew they were opened today because they had a sign on the door when I was there last Thursday and this past Tuesday).
While I was in the shower, Mike got online and started looking up rashes. Just let me say upfront, that was a very bad choice. The only thing he could find that looked like what Sam had and fit his symptoms was MEASLES! Needless to say, I freaked out all the way to town.
It turns out the Prince is allergic to Ammoxicillan. It was what the doc prescribed for Sam's ear infection last week. He had never had it before and so we had no way of knowing. So he now has a different prescription and a week's wait for the rash to go away. And, his ear is still red and bulging. Apparently, in addition to being allergic to it, it was ineffective also.
He came home, ate a little lunch, then wanted to lay down with me on my bed (something we never do). Grace ate some chocolate pudding then went to bed. Less than 30 minutes later, she threw up her chocolate pudding.
It's never ending.
So, how was your Thanksgiving?
Sam came into the bedroom this morning and when I opened my eyes I saw this
looking back at me.
I was horrified. He had red spots all over his face. Further investigation confirmed they were ALL OVER HIS BODY.
So, I grabbed a shower and loaded him into the van for a return trip to the acute care clinic in town (I knew they were opened today because they had a sign on the door when I was there last Thursday and this past Tuesday).
While I was in the shower, Mike got online and started looking up rashes. Just let me say upfront, that was a very bad choice. The only thing he could find that looked like what Sam had and fit his symptoms was MEASLES! Needless to say, I freaked out all the way to town.
It turns out the Prince is allergic to Ammoxicillan. It was what the doc prescribed for Sam's ear infection last week. He had never had it before and so we had no way of knowing. So he now has a different prescription and a week's wait for the rash to go away. And, his ear is still red and bulging. Apparently, in addition to being allergic to it, it was ineffective also.
He came home, ate a little lunch, then wanted to lay down with me on my bed (something we never do). Grace ate some chocolate pudding then went to bed. Less than 30 minutes later, she threw up her chocolate pudding.
It's never ending.
So, how was your Thanksgiving?
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Thanksgiving is Dead to Me
For the past, oh probably five or six years, someone (usually me) has been sick on or around Thanksgiving. I spent one Thanksgiving vomiting then breaking out into hives and going to the ER. The year I was pregnant with Sam, the smell of turkey and gravy made me ill (more vomiting). Two years ago, more vomiting. My family celebrated without me (again).
This year I am the only one not sick.
Mike has had a bug for a week now. Grace and Sam are running fevers and coughing (and Sam has an ear infection), and Miracle has the flu.
I've got everything I need to fix a Thanksgiving meal but ya know what? I'm not doing it because no one really feels like eating it.
Right now I don't care about the Pilgrims and how difficult everything was for them and how they were helped by the natives Peoples.
I. Just. Do. Not. Care.
Thanksgiving is dead to me.
This year I am the only one not sick.
Mike has had a bug for a week now. Grace and Sam are running fevers and coughing (and Sam has an ear infection), and Miracle has the flu.
I've got everything I need to fix a Thanksgiving meal but ya know what? I'm not doing it because no one really feels like eating it.
Right now I don't care about the Pilgrims and how difficult everything was for them and how they were helped by the natives Peoples.
I. Just. Do. Not. Care.
Thanksgiving is dead to me.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
This Morning Grace Made an Important Decision
We were in my bedroom, and she asked me if Jesus lived in our hearts. I told her, yes, He did, if we asked Him to.
"I'm going to go look for Him in my bedroom." (She's always looking for Him. Cracks me up.)
She came back in and announced that, although she had looked "everywhere" she just couldn't find Him in her bedroom. Then she said,
"I asked Jesus to live in my heart."
I was so excited about this! But, being Grace, there had to be more.
"Won't He get blood?"
"Will He have to take a shower today? I think He will because of the blood."
"I'm going to go look for Him in my bedroom." (She's always looking for Him. Cracks me up.)
She came back in and announced that, although she had looked "everywhere" she just couldn't find Him in her bedroom. Then she said,
"I asked Jesus to live in my heart."
I was so excited about this! But, being Grace, there had to be more.
"Won't He get blood?"
"Will He have to take a shower today? I think He will because of the blood."
Sunday, November 15, 2009
For the Low, Low Price of $6.62...
we filled up the van Saturday. And, it was half empty!
Do you realize the wonderfulness of that? Usually it takes around $30 at the half tank level. It can easily go over $40 if it's lower.
But on Saturday it was $6.62.
How is this possible? you ask.
Two words: Giant Eagle.
I started going to Giant Eagle a couple months ago. I found that, although our bill might be a bit higher up front, we actually save money over the long run because we've stopped making quick trips in "Just to pick up a few things." That, my friends, is the power of breaking the WalMart habit.
That's right, we are no longer WalMart shoppers.
And we spend less money.
And, because of FuelPerks, we pay $6.62 to fill up the van.
It's a win-win situation.
Do you realize the wonderfulness of that? Usually it takes around $30 at the half tank level. It can easily go over $40 if it's lower.
But on Saturday it was $6.62.
How is this possible? you ask.
Two words: Giant Eagle.
I started going to Giant Eagle a couple months ago. I found that, although our bill might be a bit higher up front, we actually save money over the long run because we've stopped making quick trips in "Just to pick up a few things." That, my friends, is the power of breaking the WalMart habit.
That's right, we are no longer WalMart shoppers.
And we spend less money.
And, because of FuelPerks, we pay $6.62 to fill up the van.
It's a win-win situation.
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Well, thankfully that's over with!
My (mostly) oblivious teen made a half-batch of chocolate chip cookie dough for me to help fight off the grumps. My throat is feeling better, and swelling is pretty much gone. Grace still talks too much and Sam still won't wipe his nose, but, baby steps, right?
Mike and the girls are at church. Sam and I got to stay home because he has a nasty sounding cough. Last week we got a notice after Sunday school that the class had been exposed to Whooping Cough, so we're not taking any chances. I don't think that's what he has because his cough is very wet sounding. From what I've read, in the beginning stages Whooping Cough is very dry. Hopefully we're safe.
Loony Tunes has been the theme of the morning. We've watched almost all the Road Runners and most of the Elmer Fudd ones. Sam gets his gun, says, "I'm Elmer Fudd, Mommy," and runs back the hallway to wait. He comes up the hall singing his song and shooting ducks and rabbits.
It's been very entertaining.
Nothing else is really going on. Maybe I can find some new pictures to share. Hold on a minute.
Okay, sorry, can't right now. Something's going on with Blogger and it won't let me add any images.
My (mostly) oblivious teen made a half-batch of chocolate chip cookie dough for me to help fight off the grumps. My throat is feeling better, and swelling is pretty much gone. Grace still talks too much and Sam still won't wipe his nose, but, baby steps, right?
Mike and the girls are at church. Sam and I got to stay home because he has a nasty sounding cough. Last week we got a notice after Sunday school that the class had been exposed to Whooping Cough, so we're not taking any chances. I don't think that's what he has because his cough is very wet sounding. From what I've read, in the beginning stages Whooping Cough is very dry. Hopefully we're safe.
Loony Tunes has been the theme of the morning. We've watched almost all the Road Runners and most of the Elmer Fudd ones. Sam gets his gun, says, "I'm Elmer Fudd, Mommy," and runs back the hallway to wait. He comes up the hall singing his song and shooting ducks and rabbits.
It's been very entertaining.
Nothing else is really going on. Maybe I can find some new pictures to share. Hold on a minute.
Okay, sorry, can't right now. Something's going on with Blogger and it won't let me add any images.
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
The Bad Mood Mom Strikes Again
So I'm in a bad mood today.
It's not something I deliberately planned. It's as much a surprise to me as it is to my children.
And we are all so thrilled about it.
I guess I woke up like this. I haven't been sleeping well for going on a week. My throat is doing this sore/swollen thing. The glands in my neck have been swollen and sore (A doctor you say? Surely not!). I finally discovered if I cover my face with the sheet I can sleep for longer than twenty minutes at a time. But then I get hot because so much of me is covered up and I get all sweaty. Ugh. I hate that. The nights have not been blissful.
Plus with Grace and Sam, let's just say it's been challenging. Grace absolutely never stops talking. Seriously, she'll talk, talk, talk, ask a question, talk, talk, talk, repeat the question, tall, talk, talk, demand an answer, talk, talk, talk. She never gives you a chance to actually answer the question. Or, by the time you do she has no idea what you're talking about because she's been talking so much she can't remember the question. Plus, she's a sneaky little mastermind who comes up with wonderful schemes designed to get Sam in the maximum amount of trouble possible while she sits back and grins.
Yes, at the tender age of five she's one of them.
And then there's Sam. He "misses" absolutely everybody. You can be holding him on your lap and he'll turn around, bury his head on your shoulder, and tell you he "miss you." He also does this regarding the parent who is not around when he's getting into trouble (He misses hos dad all day long.). And he whines about everything. Every. Little. Thing. And he throws temper tantrums. Very loud, dramatic ones, with much sound but little actual tears. And he refuses to wipe his own nose.
Miracle is hiding in her room, taking the day off from school. I knocked on her door and warned her of the grumpiness because she probably was unaware of it. (She is a teenager, you know.) She didn't seem too surprised. Huh. How bout that.
Anybody want to trade? Maybe my bad mood would go too.
It's not something I deliberately planned. It's as much a surprise to me as it is to my children.
And we are all so thrilled about it.
I guess I woke up like this. I haven't been sleeping well for going on a week. My throat is doing this sore/swollen thing. The glands in my neck have been swollen and sore (A doctor you say? Surely not!). I finally discovered if I cover my face with the sheet I can sleep for longer than twenty minutes at a time. But then I get hot because so much of me is covered up and I get all sweaty. Ugh. I hate that. The nights have not been blissful.
Plus with Grace and Sam, let's just say it's been challenging. Grace absolutely never stops talking. Seriously, she'll talk, talk, talk, ask a question, talk, talk, talk, repeat the question, tall, talk, talk, demand an answer, talk, talk, talk. She never gives you a chance to actually answer the question. Or, by the time you do she has no idea what you're talking about because she's been talking so much she can't remember the question. Plus, she's a sneaky little mastermind who comes up with wonderful schemes designed to get Sam in the maximum amount of trouble possible while she sits back and grins.
Yes, at the tender age of five she's one of them.
And then there's Sam. He "misses" absolutely everybody. You can be holding him on your lap and he'll turn around, bury his head on your shoulder, and tell you he "miss you." He also does this regarding the parent who is not around when he's getting into trouble (He misses hos dad all day long.). And he whines about everything. Every. Little. Thing. And he throws temper tantrums. Very loud, dramatic ones, with much sound but little actual tears. And he refuses to wipe his own nose.
Miracle is hiding in her room, taking the day off from school. I knocked on her door and warned her of the grumpiness because she probably was unaware of it. (She is a teenager, you know.) She didn't seem too surprised. Huh. How bout that.
Anybody want to trade? Maybe my bad mood would go too.
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