Mia’s sick. Damnit. Damnit all to hell.
She woke up screaming with a fever of 101.3 last night, straight out of nowhere. We put her a cool bath, gave her some Tylenol, and sent her back to bed. It was a long night–today she’s feeling better. Her temperature is down to 99.whatever and I have her back in her room watching movies on the portable DVD player. I go in there only to throw food at her while I hold my breath and try not to touch anything.
See, Merrick CANNOT get sick. He can’t get a slight fever, he can’t cough, he can’t even look like he’s thinking about coming down with something–or else his surgery will be postponed for another 3 long months, and we just can’t be having all that.
I’ve never realized how hard it truly is to keep little kids healthy for any significant length of time. They’re always pukey, or snotty, or rotten from some kind of virus or another. The one week where I need everyone to be as fit as a fiddle–THE ONE WEEK–and Mia comes down with a crud so fierce it’s threatening to put us all down for the count…but I should’ve known.
We’ve given Caleb’s blood. We’ve set up Merrick’s pre-op appointment and we’ve spoken with the neurosurgeon again about every possible thing we need to know. We’re all set–now we’re on pins and needles and we’re bathing in Germ-X every 10 seconds just so we can make it through the next 5 days.
My mom will be flying in Sunday. The blood bank won’t touch me because apparently all the time I spent living in Italy gave me Mad Cow disease. (That would explain a lot.) I’ve been elected homeroom representative for Mia’s Pre-K class. I missed a PTA meeting last night. Cheyenne’s got a Book-Club field trip to the Library and Mia’s got a soccer game tomorrow. My house is covered in a 6-inch layer of dirty dog hair and the Vanilla Breeze Glade Plug-Ins I bought are not doing their job. I haven’t washed my hair in 3 days and I haven’t shaved my legs since God knows when. Merrick wants my undivided attention every hour of everyday and frankly I just don’t know if I’m going to survive the next couple weeks.
(Deep Cleansing Breath.)
P.S. Cheyenne has raised so much money for Multiple Sclerosis. She’s had to up her goal 3 times already and it looks like she’ll have to do it again, AND she still has 2 weeks until the walk. There’s your snippet of good news for today.
P.P.S. A neato word is tintinnabulation (tin-tih-nab-yuh-LAY-shuhn). It means a tinkling sound, as of a bell or bells. The first thing that came to mind was the sound of someone going pee-pee in the potty. But that’s just me.