The Holidays have come and gone, but the Holiday Sick didn't get the packing notice to pack up and move on with the tinsel and trimmings that are long gone from our mantle.
We've been trading The Sick since December 23rd...possibly earlier than that, as Miss G had chronic GI issues for almost 2 weeks, but I'll pin the 23rd, as that is when I got the full body aches and was worshipping the porcelain god for 2 days straight. Then Georgia puked for a few days, then the mass head cold went around the Buchanan household. Rowan was up and down, but finally caught the cold just before New Year's. I spent most of New Year's day in the ER at The Cottage Hospital with a very sick Miss G...wouldn't eat (well, couldn't eat...her sinuses were so full, she literally couldn't breath enough to suck on a bottle), and she'd had a raging 104 degree fever for 48 hours. Turns out she had a very red throat, and a massive ear infection that put her on antibiotics for a week. Fast forward a few days, and she's finally feeling better, eating...Rowan had appeared to kick the cold he'd been fighting, and as of January 6th, Glen and I were the worst ones with a lingering head cold and night cough (nothing a little Advil Cold & Sinus wouldn't suppress...sorry J&J, you did pay my salary for a few years, but NOTHING holds a candle to the Cold & Sinus!). Short-lived- this morning, just minutes before Rowan's birthday friends were to arrive, he vomitted all over the bathroom, and on checking his temperature- 104. Here we go again... Party cancelled. Bed for the day, and back to rotating Tylenol and Advil in an attempt to manage the fever. Eff.
Ick the Sick, I say. I'm considering dressing everyone up in heavy winter gear tomorrow and opening every window in the house. If the air doesn't blow out all the germies, it'll at least freeze their little contagious butts off.
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