The doc at urgent care gave Livi and me some amazing cough medicine to take before bed. I did not cough ONE SINGLE TIME all night. It was nothing short of a miracle. I’m still shaking my head at the night/day difference between last night and 2 nights ago. I got so much sleep. Livi didn’t cough either. I only had to get up a few times to get thirsty people water.
So, I got up at 7:00 with Nina thinking, “I must be all better. We’ve got this thing whooped for sure.” Just the teensiest bit presumptious. Every single thing I do takes so much effort. We’re definitely on the road to recovery though.
Ava’s getting ready to go to school. Livi’s taking at least today, maybe tomorrow, off. Nina has been a tantrum-throwing, sister-smacking mess. Screaming, throwing things. Gabe can calm her down but no one else. And yelling at her just sends me into a coughing fit.
You should read Janelle’s account of her trip to the sick house yesterday. It makes me chuckle. In a sick, twisted sort of way.
Gabe is itching to get back to work, but he still feels lousy. On Friday, the urgent care doc gave him a doctor’s excuse to miss work. He came home and handed it to me. Ha. That’s the sad thing about being self-employed. No one offers to pay you when you can’t work for 2 weeks. God will provide.
Some of you asked what malady we have. Well, Gabe tested positive for Influenza B on Friday. When we all went to urgent care yesterday, the doc said that one of the kiddos (probably Ava) gave it to him. They don’t test kids for it though, because there’s no treatment. They tested me (big ol’ swab up my nose clear to kingdom come) and it came back negative. Then they said, “That doesn’t mean you don’t have it.” Uh, okay. No, we didn’t get flu shots. Yes, we probably will get them next year. They said they saw 75 patients on Saturday in 9 hours, and we were the only ones with influenza. So, I don’t know what else is out there. I had diarrhea too, so it seems like I had about three different illnesses.
I just want it to be over.
My brother just called, and I picked up the phone. “Hi,” he says. “It’s your brother. How are you doing?” “I’ve been better,” I say. “Anything I can pray for you about?” he says. Hmmm… He knows nothing of our angst. I forget that the boys in my family don’t follow xanga. I give him the 30-second version of last week’s hell.
I miss reading and writing. Blogs are the only thing I’ve read or written in over a week, and I can only take that in small doses.