Tag: sick

In the Grips

A stomach bug has hit Chez Slackermama.  And that in itself should just tell you how things have been around here the last day or so.  Evie fell victim first… so confused with her first time throwing up that I feel I should liken her reaction to that of a chicken with it’s head cut off.  If it weren’t rather gross, I would probably laugh about it.  Except for not being able to eat much food, she seems pretty much herself otherwise.  A little more clingy though, as she’s on and off and mostly on my lap all day.

Liam, on the other hand, succumbed last night.  The middle of the night, actually.  Because that’s just LIAM.  It’s never about when it’s convenient for YOU with him.  And, being a lil more fragile of body and also tending toward some drama-queen antics, he has been more ill than his sister.  He has stayed on the couch for the majority of the morning, moaning now and again about his belly hurting (Evie has had no such complaints so I’m not sure if her tummy has bothered her or not).  He has drank some watered juice and nibbled at a few bites of dry cereal.  Evie has also nibbled at dry cereal.  Neither of them have much in the way of appetites.  I’m not entirely sure what I’ll do for lunch, if that is the case.  I might put Evie in her high chair and offer some fruit and saltines (which is what she had for dinner last night and kept them down) and go from there.  For Liam, I might ask if he wants to stay on the couch.  If he does, I will leave well enough alone.

Poor little guy.

I am mostly nervous about someone else getting this bug too.  Me, mostly, because I’ve been in very close contact with both of them (mostly Evie and her clingy ways).  And not only do I not care to have endure a stomach bug right now (who does?), but I don’t have TIME to be sick.  I’m on a strict knitting schedule here, people.  So let’s hope and pray that I am able to keep the sickies away.  Fingers are firmly crossed!

So with “Little Bear” on the TV, a moaning child on the couch and a little girl who is off my lap for the moment but whom I expect to return any minute, I hope for a sick-free tomorrow.  On ALL fronts.

: General Snark
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sick sick sick

So remember when I said that Harry spent the grand majority of his Spring Break laying on the couch because he was sick and all that fun stuff?  Well the little dear gave his SICK to the rest of us (minus Kile cuz he’s speshul) and now we’re the ones laying around and moaning dramatically.

So far, it appears Liam has the worst of it.  Last night, just before dinner, the child fell asleep. This is WHOLLY uncommon.  He laid down on the floor which is strange to begin with because normally he’s a whirlwind of activity.  I stepped over his prone form and carried Evie into the kitchen to get her strapped into her chair and some food on her tray.  As soon as I was done with that, Kile called to Liam that it was dinner time and he was OUT.  There was no waking him up.   Very strange.  When he woke up a little later (and kept threatening to fall asleep in his peanut butter and jelly sandwhich), I noticed he was a little warm so we dosed him up with some Motrin and put the poor thing to bed.  Today he has been little better, laying around on the couch, whining and being extra spiteful to his sister.  He had another fever and another dose of Motrin.  It’s strange to see him feeling sick anymore, since we’re so used to seeing him go full tilt all the time.

Evie has it better, at least so far.  Her issues are limited to a runny nose (NICE) and some mild congestion.  It hasn’t hampered her spirit any and she enjoyed crawling around the living room and playing like a wild thing all morning long.  Pausing for the occasional swiping of her nose was simply unacceptable, but a neccessity as far as I’m concerned.  I cannot have snail trails all over my house.  Gah.

And me… well I’m worse than Evie but not as bad as Liam.  No fever yet, that I can tell.  But I have a raging headache, congestion, runny nose, sneezing, coughing, and general aches and pains whenever I, you know, MOVE.

GOOD TIMES.

So please send all the get well vibes you can towards this house.  Because being sick really sucks.  And I’d hate to have to start calling this place The House of Phlegm.

: Family Circus
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Bootstraps – The Pulling Up Of

I hate yesterday’s post.  I hated it while I was writing it, even.  But I couldn’t seem to stop myself.  So I posted it because I didn’t know what else to do.  I guess in that regard, the title was appropriate because I was indeed floundering.  Floundering for good blog fodder, that is.

Gah.  So today I vow to be a little less whiny and self involved.  Well.  Mostly, anyhow.  Because ya’ll?  I’m a mess.

Wreck

This hair is driving me mad.  It’s too short to do anything with and tends to get all gnarled up while I’m sleeping, sticking in fifteen different directions.  I’m not used to that.  I think I should be at least able to pull it back into a ponytail until it grows out and I can get a decent haircut.  Until that day, I have to suffer with sloppy hair.

Take note of my Pink Uniform.  I’m so happy it’s getting cool now and I can wear the Pink Uniform again.  It’s one of the best things about winter (another awesome thing is my boots.  I love my boots).

The iPhone cleverly masks out my eyes with the bags underneath and slightly manic expression within.  You’re welcome.  (No one wants to see that.)

I’m feeling a lot less craptastic today.  I think yesterday was a mix of things.  I was still feeling sick, but decided not to take cold medicine because I wasn’t feel AS sick.  I was super-tired.  I was super-unmotivated.  I was in a pit and having a hard time looking up at the blue sky above.  Some days are like that.  Thankfully, today I’m feeling a lot more on target.  I’m not as tired and while still battling that damned cold, I feel a lot more in control of it.  Not terrifically motivated today, but not so numbingly frozen either.

In short?  I’ll take it.

Of course, I would be even happier with a small case of Rockstar Punched or Rockstar Juiced.  The first person who can hook me up with that gets a cookie.

: It's All About Me
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I’m not licked yet!

As you all know, I am currently fighting a particular virulent strain of The Plague.  And lo, The Plague doth suck.  Otherwise it wouldn’t be called The Plague.  It’d be called Sunshine and Fairies.  But The Plague is definitely NOT Sunshine and Fairies, so The Plague it is.

Friday was DEFINITELY the worst of it.  It’s amazing what a simple thing like TAKING MEDICATION does for The Plague.  WHO KNEW?  Why didn’t I take anything on Friday?  Let’s review, shall we?

  • I couldn’t find the mondo bottle of generic Tylenol we used to have sitting around here.  Then I recalled that Kile once saying that we used it all.
  • I did have a bottle of Ibuprofen horse-pills left-over from when I had Evie in my laptop bag but I checked and all there was was an EMPTY BOTTLE (thanks, Kile, I owe you one) (I thought leaving the empty bottle was a nice touch though).
  • By the time I realized I was righteously screwed in The Plague department, my brain was somewhat addled.  I blame the temperature extremes my body was having to endure.
  • I swear to GOD, I looked in the medicine cabinet in both our bathroom and in Harry’s bathroom as well (even though I knew there was nothing in his besides Spiderman toothpaste and anti-cavity fluoride rinse).
  • I figured I would “tough it out” because, dude, it’s only The Plague!  How bad could it be?
  • Oh, it could be BAD.
  • By bedtime Friday, I would have taken narcotics if I had been able to find any.  But I was seriously lucky to have the wherewithal to get myself upstairs and in bed by that point.  Honestly, looking back, I have no recollection of how I did it.
  • God finally took pity on me halfway through the night and took away the aches and pains in my joints.  That was seriously causing me so much grief I cannot even describe to you the awfulness.  Just trust me.  IT WAS BAD.
  • However, the flip side of this was waking up with one of those searing headaches that when you stand up, you practically fall back onto the floor.  I felt that a glass of ice water would surely help. (??)
  • It didn’t.
  • Kile got up a couple hours later (WTF, Kile?) and I went on a scavenger mission.  This is when I discovered the box of Theraflu in the medicine cabinet.  (!!)  And the bottle of Tylenol PM on the counter.  HELLO??  Why didn’t I see those things the night before?  The Tylenol PM was going to do me no good since it was no longer nighttime, but the Theraflu I could definitely use so I did.  And though it tasted like an old sock, it dulled my headache and made me feel human again.  Whoopee!
  • I felt SO human that later on that evening we even left the house.  GASP.  To get medicine!  Whoopee!
  • It was about this time that I thought, “Huh.  Why didn’t I ask Kile to stop at the store and get me some medicine on his way home from work when I called him Friday afternoon to see when he was coming home?”  D’oh!
  • (Though, is it just me or should Kile have thought of this himself?  I was obviously not possessing the mental capacity to think of this stuff on my own and since he was in custody of his full mental faculties, he should have thought at some point, “Hmm, maybe my wife could use some cold medicine?”  You think he at least could have found the Theraflu and Tylenol PM, if not offered to make a night-run to the store to get me some much, much, MUCH needed relief.)
  • (But I won’t hold against him.)
  • (Much.)

I felt okay yesterday too, so we went to the mall. I hope I didn’t infect anyone there.  We wanted to get some portraits done of Liam and Evie at Sears but had forgotten that Sears Portrait Studio SUCKS and that’s why we stopped taking Harry there all those years ago.  WHOOPS.  So that was a no-go.  Oh well.  At least I got out of the house.

And here I am today.  Still suffering from The Plague, though Tylenol Cold and some cough drops have severely lessened it’s bite.  Woo hoo!

: General Snark
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Pardon me while I die

OMG.  I hate being sick.  HATE.  And I have been sick, sick, sick for the last day or so.  In fact, right now is the first time in over 24 hours that I’ve felt moderately normal.  Yes, I still am alternating between shivering and sweating, there is a ghost of a headache hovering behind my right eye, my nose runs and my throat still burns.  BUT.  It’s a lot better than the crippling, aching burn in my joints, the blinding headache, the searing throat and the flashing heat and cold that would burn and ice through my body at a moment’s notice.

Yep, yesterday was FUN.

I didn’t want to take anything that would make me drowsy while I was here alone with the kids.  And, as luck would have it, I couldn’t find a single pain killer/fever reducer in the house.  Not a one.  So basically, I could take nothing.  By 3pm, I was nearly delirious.  I had tried to lay down and nap with Evie but woke up short of an hour and a half later, the aches wracking my body wouldn’t let me lay still there any longer.

Thankfully, Kile left work a little early.  Unfortunately, he was feeling pretty beat so it’s not like he was exactly able to pick up my slack too much.  I’m not sure how I made it through the evening, but I did.  The night was pretty awful too.  By that point, I just didn’t have it in me to even look for some medication to take.  My head wasn’t working right and I could pretty much only coast on auto-pilot.  I fell into bed and was able to ignore my aches long enough to fall asleep.

I don’t know how long I was asleep or if I was even asleep at all when Kile made a loud noise in his sleep.  Does anyone else’s husband do this?  When he has a bad dream or whatever, and he screams in his dream, he makes a noise.  Almost like a scream but not.  It’s the weirdest, creepiest sound and it freaks me out every time.  I automatically touched his shoulder and said his name and he automatically said, “I’m all right.”  Weird.  Of course, Evie was awake and according to her it was Super Party Fun Time.

It’s always conflicting, because on one side, you want so badly to be asleep.  But on the other hand, you’ve got this adorable baby with juicy dimples in her cheeks smiling up a storm and looking so gosh-darned happy to see you.  It took her a little while to wind down again but she did.  Unfortunately, it took me a lot longer.  The aches in my joints now seemed worse and I could not lay still.  So I writhed in pain, trying not to make too much noise with my moans or too much jostling with my constant tossing and turning.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, the aches subsided.  And thank God for it.  I woke up at 8:30 this morning with a blinding headache, however.  My body felt weak from the aches and from the constant temperature fluctuation.  Kile didn’t seem interested in waking up any time soon and I felt I should at least drink a glass of water or something so I got up with Evie.

Still, the absense of the aches made me feel a lot better, headache or no.  And a few hours later, I found some Thera-Flu in the medicine cabinet upstairs.  The stuff tastes awful, but it works.  I think that’s pretty much the only reason I’m functioning at all right now.

I don’t know if I’ll be doing the YNTR list this week or not.  I may do it later today or tomorrow.  If not, then I’ll make up for it next week for sure.  In the meantime, I hope the rest of you are enjoying germ-free weekends.  Because being sick SUCKS.

: General Snark
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