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Clorox, cold, fever, flu, medication, sick, stomach bug, urgent care, virus
Three times in one month? It’s just too much. I can’t handle it. I’m used to once a year, maybe twice, but never three times in a month. My body is tired and what I would really like is to sleep, but can I? Nope. Instead I’m kept awake by a nose that won’t stop running, wheezy lungs and a toddler across the hall with a cough so bad it sounds like he can’t catch his breathe.
Our household is sick, again. It started last month when I had a mild flu, and lucky for me was at the same time my husband’s grandmother passed away. I spent that weekend in a car, sleeping on an armatures and trying to chase a toddler around while my husband paid his respects with his family. Not fun. Luckily neither the husband or the toddler ever caught it.
Next, just about 3 weeks later the stomach bug made the rounds. I left on a work trip and the first conversation I had with my husband to check in he tells me the toddler woke up in the morning covered in vomit. Sucked for him, especially when it struck him 3 days later. I arrived home just in time to catch the bug too, and spent a day in bed unable to eat or drink (but of course slightly thankful for the potential weight loss that comes with a stomach bug).
Now, I’m rocking a hefty cold. I really wonder where all of this fluid comes from? No matter how much I blow my nose there is more there waiting to ooze out of my face. My stupid cold isn’t even the worst part; the toddler is the sickest we’ve ever seen him.
The toddler started a day school program in November, and ever since has had a perpetual runny nose and cough. Last week the cough turned congested, and last night he spiked a fever- 102.6. We spent our Friday night in Urgent Care attempting to get a breathing mask on his face and fever reducer meds in his mouth. Even when incredibly sick he is incredibly stubborn.
(Side note, does anyone have any suggestions on how to get a toddler to drink meds? We have 3 different syringes of meds to get in this kid twice a day.)
We’re home now, and housebound for who knows how long. The toddler is sleeping better, which means I’m not. The coughing helped me know he was alive; now I just sneak into his room once an hour to make sure he’s still breathing and that the fever hasn’t gotten any worse. I have blown thru all the tissues in the house (pun, hehe), and am plotting the massive Clorox wipe down I will be doing on every square inch of this house once I get stand up for more than 5 minutes. This family has filled their quota for sickness this year.
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