The December and January sickies have followed us into February. After being stubborn and refusing to go to the doctor for a few days, I went to the urgent care on Sunday and was given some medicine for bronchitis, a deep sinus infection, and an ear infection. “Why on earth did it take you so long to come in?” the doctor asked while my husband rolled his eyes at my “wait and see” explanation.
The sinus infection has been kicked it seems, the ears feel much better, but bronchitis likes to linger, especially in people with asthma, being the motherfucker it is.
This is our Busy Week, by the way. So, I did not make it to the baby shower on Sunday that I didn’t want to go to anyway. I also rescheduled two of my appointments for later. I did go to Little Man’s science fair (he placed 3rd for his grade in the district) and the spelling bee, and by the grace of God, I didn’t hack my head off through it. He placed 9/15 in the bee, which I think is pretty good for being the youngest in a competition that had kids through eighth grade. He misheard the word (and knew every one after that), so he was disappointed in himself, but still showed a great display of sportsmanship at the end, which made us very proud. When he was given a $20 Amazon card for participating, he perked up quite a bit. A batch of my world famous chocolate chip cookies erased any leftover feelings of disappointment.
We had to take Baby Girl to the doctor yesterday since she’s been sporadically throwing up again. We suspected either acid reflux or an allergy. The PA gave her a prescription for an antacid, plus we’re going to give her lactose-free milk and track everything she eats for a few weeks and see how she does.
Little Man’s birthday is on Saturday, and we are having birthday celebrations on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. One with our extended family, one with just the four of us (my husband insists we celebrate just us on the actual birthday), and one with his friends from school at a private bounce house place. We could’ve had the family come to the bounce house place, but I think they’d have hated us a little for that, so LM gets three days of celebrating.
Soccer season started again yesterday. Sam is coaching LM’s team this year. I’m supposed to help, but didn’t feel up to it yesterday, so I just sat on the sideline and took notes on the players. I didn’t know most of their names, so I had things like “Yellow Shirt does this” and “Birthmark does that,” much to my brother’s amusement (he is also helping). The practice went well until we ran out of light. Sam has been doing a lot of research on drills and on working with kids this age, so hopefully it goes well for him. I’ll probably sit far away from the parents just in case, since they’ve always openly shit-talked coaches on the sidelines, and I don’t want to punch a bitch. (Okay, I don’t want to feel like punching a bitch, since I probably would never do more than give a dirty look.)
So, that’s all I have to report for the past week of blogging absence. Sickies, Little Man’s stuff, and more Little Man’s stuff to come. And, oh yeah, I started watching Prison Break on Netflix. I like it. Now you’re fully up to speed.
Are y’all managing to avoid getting all the sicknesses in your home?