Looks like I’m gonna be printing out “YEA, YOU CAME TO WORK SICK AS A DOG” certificates for most of my office because that’s the only reason I can fathom these people deciding to bring in the plague to everyone.
Anyone else have a significant other who absolutely refuses to take the necessary meds despite feeling miserable? I feel like making a certificate so that once he’s well again, I can present it and say, “LOOK! A certificate for your suffering. Clearly, this is what you wanted!”
I’m thinking I should make this certificate available for others, too. May even a create an “Amateur Nursing Achievement Award” for the one who suffered beside the patient.
Ahhhhhnnd we’re off! Like pumpkin spice and Ugg boots, it just wouldn’t be the fall season without our first school-borne illness. Pretty sure our asthmatic has the croup. Always a little tricky to pinpoint such things with him, but nevertheless, he’s got meds, he’s got blankets, he’s got a Mom with an ear for all things wheezy.
We are going to write under this picture in Junior’s baby book that he took out a two-year-old at the playground, and hurt his hand in the process. In reality, though, they gave him an IV after Martin brought the baby to the ER last Sunday morning because Junior’s cough did not sound right to me.
When it comes to the kids being sick, Martin and I don’t always see eye-to-eye on what to do about it. Some of our worst arguments have been a result of us butting heads over our kids’ health. He thinks I worry too much. I think he goes into denial that things can be that serious.
In this instance, when Martin went to bed last weekend, it wasn’t yet to that point. I, however, couldn’t fall asleep at all. Instead, I hovered over Junior like a moth, eventually just standing with him on my chest so he wouldn’t cough so much. Something just didn’t feel right to me, and I grew more anxious. Just as the sun began to rise over the horizon, I took Junior into the bathroom to run the hot water, hoping the steam would help his congestion. It got pretty warm in there, so I pulled off the baby’s onesie. That’s when I noticed the chest retractions. Continue reading →
The hospital where FestBaby will be born overlooks the city. It was created way back in the day by the German inventor/industrialist who was behind many of the early innovations that made the Mercedes-Benz such an awesome car. Continue reading →
This morning, I checked my blood, and then accidentally stabbed my eye with my mascara wand, and then impaled my hand on an open safety pin. Fitting, because today is the first day I get to inject myself with insulin because my pancreas is on strike. I got the Porsche of diabetes equipment, apparently, so it should be pretty easy and fast.
Martin went with me to see how it is done. He doesn’t know yet that I’m gonna make him do it.
(He may be on to me, though, as I’ve slipped and called him Nurse Ratched about three times already…)
The shot itself appears easier than the MOPP nerve-agent injection pens we got in the military, too. No need to bend the needle and hang it from my chest! Continue reading →
For the past week, my son and I have both been dealing with a cold that won’t quit … a real test on his asthma and our methods for managing it. (Photo taken during one of his treatments a few days ago.)
Today, he had a doctor’s appointment to get some new meds. Unfortunately, Martin could not join us, which meant I was on my own to communicate in German, to explain and describe what we’ve been experiencing. I was so anxious! Continue reading →
For the past few days, this kid was coming down with something, which meant restless nights of nebulizer treatments and sleeping in the rocking chair with him so he could breathe. It all came to a head a few hours ago when he got really weak and couldn’t catch his breath, so Martin took him to the ER.
I just sent Martin this selfie. I’ve been pretty sick for a week now — flattened by viral pharyngitis, fever, congestion, horrible throat pain, no voice, super swollen lymph nodes, poor sleep, lethargic — and this was the best I could do.
I look forward to having him home soon. He’s not allowed to leave the country during flu season again.