I cannot express how long of a week it's been. Did I really update only a week ago? Oh wow.
Turns out, Ian did have an ear infection, and he had to stay home from school for the WHOLE WEEK. Monday was an off day, so they would have been home anyway. On Tuesday morning, Callista was whining about not feeling well. I got her through her morning, but when we were in the car line to get onto the base, she leaned forward and threw up. I still had to go through the gate to get to a place where I could do a U-turn and get her home. She slept all day and ate next to nothing. No fever, but she was still down for the count. That night, shortly before midnight, I got up for some water. Just in time to hear her wake up and throw up in her bed. She stayed home from school on Wednesday as well. Sleeping most of the day and still eating little more than some crackers. On Thursday, I didn't push her to school even though she hadn't thrown up. She still spent most of the day laying down, but that was in the living room, watching Ian play video games.
Ian, through these days, had not been acting sick at all. No pain in the ear, no fever, nothing but a nasty cough that wasn't slowing him down one bit. He was wide open and wanted to play outside, but it has been snowing off and on all week. His cough and congestion made me not want to let him outside in the cold. I couldn't let him get too rambunctious inside so as to keep the house quiet for Callista. As it was, he kept trying to wake her up so she would play with him, and it was hard to make him understand that even though she was home, she had to be left alone. Seems like he would catch on to that, but he didn't. Or he didn't care. I don't know.
On Thursday night, Callista had been awake long enough for me to make a plate of dinner for her. But as I started cooking, she started complaining of her ear hurting. By the time the meal was ready, she wasn't able to eat. She just sat at the table, holding her ear and whimpering. I made the decision to take her to the Emergency Room. This would be my second trip in less than a week. I got Seth to come stay with Ian and get him in bed at a reasonable time. I had no idea when Callista and I would be home.
It took four hours. From 20:00 to 00:00. Callista was crying by the time we got there. It took an hour for her to be seen to get her stats. She was given some Motrin, and she fell asleep in the waiting room. Meanwhile, I had left my book in the car, so I was sitting in the waiting room with a sleeping child for another two hours. I kept sitting up, leaning forward, leaning back, stretching my arms, bouncing my knee, anything I could think of -short of pacing- to stay awake. When Callista was finally called back, I did pace in that room as we waited for the doctor. Callista slept on the examination table. It took all of ten minutes for the doctor to check and say, "Yep; it's an ear infection." He wrote up the paperwork to be sent to the pharmacy, and the rest of that final hour was spent walking to the pharmacy, waiting for the prescription to be filled, and walking back to the car. Her sleepy little feet moved pretty slowly.
Both kids stayed home on Friday, which is the day I started really feeling sick. Nasty cough, sinus pressure, congestion, runny nose, chills, body aches. It got worse on Saturday.
Saturday was also the day the bookshelves fell. Ian got the ball rolling by accidentally knocking the first one over. Luckily, it fell sideways instead of forward, so while the bottom half of the shelf was decimated and spilled books, the top half stayed in tact, with no books falling out at all. I cried. I had no energy to take care of it in the moment, and I'm far too anal with my organizing to allow the kids to help. An hour or so later, I was getting up from my desk and banged my knee on it so hard, it shifted and knocked into the second bookshelf. It too toppled sideways. When it rains, it pours. On top of the first shelf, there had been a blown out lightbulb. I had to sweep up the glass from that. On the second shelf, there was a clay vase I had made in college that was holding two glass watering globes. Only one globe shattered. My funky, weird-ass vase lived to fight another day. Still, there was more glass to sweep. That was something I made sure to take care of right away. I couldn't leave glass on the floor, no matter how sick I felt.
Amazingly, I felt well enough on Sunday (yesterday) to take care of the mess without feeling like I was dragging. I was still stuffy with a runny nose, but the chills and body aches had passed. Seth came over to make sure the kids stayed upstairs and helped me while the kids were actually following directions. We moved all the books from the shelves to the table, removed all the broken pieces of shelving, and repositioned the top half of each shelf since those were, amazingly, undamaged. Then Seth took the kids to his house to watch movies while I rearranged the positioning of the inner shelves, alphabetized my books by author, and managed to get everything in place. When I was done, I still had enough energy to clean the entire living room. It needed it. The whole house, pretty much, has gone to hell since we all got sick. During this, Ian made some bad behavior decisions, causing me to give Seth permission to guide cleanup time in Ian's bedroom. So on top of a clean living room, Ian's room was cleaned too.( Before and after picturesCollapse )
I'm feeling about the same today as I did yesterday. Still coughing, stuffy, runny nose (radio active glowing yellow/green snot just does not seem healthy at all), and the skin around my nose is raw from blowing my nose so much.
But seriously, overall, it's been a long, LONG fucking week.