Little Nik.

My littlest monkey has been sick. I almost took her to the doctor on Friday, but talked myself into thinking she just has allergies, after describing all her symptoms to the nurse. (Also: Kayley was out of town, and I didn’t want to drag four little kids to the doctor’s office on a Friday afternoon!)

Nikki came into my room about 4 this morning, crying about her ear hurting her. Poor bug! So, off to the doc we will go. A couple of months ago, she had a gnarly ear infection that her pediatrician took one look at, and said, “Ewwwww!” It took two rounds of antibiotics to get rid of it. Hopefully this isn’t too bad!

Pitiful, isn’t she? Hate it when they’re sick.

Why is my bed so comfy when my kids are sick?

Remember me having the flu last week? Yeah, well – apparently I shared a bit of it with my kiddos. Boooooo. Boo for sick kids, but boo also because they won’t stay in their own ROOM! Even though their bedroom is small and closed up, with a humidifier cranked on high, they won’t listen to reason and stay in there. They’d much rather drool on MY pillowcases.

It’s Two Hundred Dollar Day!

I know my posting has been sporadic, and it’s not because I don’t love ya, ’cause you know I do! It’s because I’ve been busy dealing with a houseful of sick children! Now, having a sick kid or two is pretty commonplace around here. This has been the first time in history, though, that I’ve had to take ALL FIVE of my children to the doctor on the same day.

Let’s do the math here, shall we?

$30 doctor visit copay x 5 kids = $150.00. Ouch. Grocery budget for the week, blown immediately.

$10 prescription copay x 4 kids who all have strep = $40.00 Sheesh. Can’t I just get a gallon jug of Amoxicillan?

Miss Kayley’s strep test was actually negative, much to my surprise, so she didn’t get a bottle of the pink stuff. So, I stand corrected, Kaiser only got $190 of my money. Boooooo! Thank God we spend hundreds and hundreds of dollars every month on insurance, so we can spend another two hundred bucks when our kids get strep throat. I’m going to divorce my husband and go on welfare. (No, not really. I’m just going to bitch about it on my blog.)

Why can’t I be like Allison DuBois?

I don’t really want dead people to visit me and try to avenge their own murders or anything like that, but I WOULD love to be able to figure out what’s making my son ill today. The boy’s been vomiting since he woke up this morning and I’m scratching my head – everyone else is absolutely fine and healthy!

Pablo’s progressed to where he speaks pretty well, but he’s still really not verbal enough to tell me what hurts, whether or not he ate something he shouldn’t have, or even if he’s feeling a little bit better. This is by far the most frustrating thing about autism – not being able to communicate back and forth when it’s extra important.

Poor punk! He’s playing with Legos, so maybe we’re on the up and up!

The House of FLU!

I should have known we wouldn’t be lucky enough to dodge the flu – my kids love on each other way too much, and as much as they hate sharing toys, they LOVE sharing germs! I think Kayley’s the one who brought it home, though. She went to homecoming last weekend (pictures on Facebook!) and woke up the next morning looking and feeling like she’d been hit by a truck. Then, she missed THE ENTIRE WEEK OF SCHOOL. Ack! Please, homework fairy, wave your wand and grant her an easy time of making up all that missed work. Here’s Kayley a couple of days ago, when she emerged from her cave of a bedroom for a bowl of tomato soup. Is she not the most pitiful site EVER?

Sicko flu girl eating soup.

Besides Kayley, Nikki has been the sickest little one in the house. Her temperature hasn’t dipped below 100 since Monday. Right now, it’s just hovering around 100, but it has been up near 104 a few times. She’s been down for the count! Poor bug. The other kids have been a little sick – pretty up and down, really – but not too bad. And I’ve had a rough few days myself. Basically, the only one who dodged the bullet is Paul, since he gets to LEAVE every day!

I think we’re turning a corner, though. It’s beautiful outside, and the kids are feeling almost 100% like themselves again. I think we’re going to drink in some sunshine and fresh air while we rake leaves. I’m certain the exercise will do us all some good. Kayley disagrees with me on this, but I’m going to bully her into it. Girlchild is NOT a fan of the rake.

Get well, everyone! Come on, now! Halloween’s a coming! I’m not making four KISS costumes for nothin’!

Edit: Whoops, forgot to mention the whole reason I sat down to post. Pablo is NOT sick. I repeat, Pablo is NOT sick! My boy who always gets SO sick all the time, who is never far from the nebulizer when illness strikes – he didn’t get sick this time! The pediatrician gave us a prescription for Tamiflu, as a preventive measure – due to his reactive airway disease. I read about the crazy side effects (including, ack, hallucinations!) but ultimately decided that the benefits outweighed the risks. He’s taking the Tamiflu, and we haven’t seen ANY bad side effects so far – not even a tummy ache. He HAS been a little wired, though. Anyway – just wanted to share that, in case you’re wondering about giving Tamiflu to a child with autism, or to a child with reactive airway disease. He’s doing great.

Meh.

You know what? It’s gorgeous outside. Yep! It’s like, 75 degrees in Colorado today. With a slight breeze, looks like. I’m not sure how it feels, because I’m still sitting here in my pajamas at 1:30 in the afternoon. And I’m beating myself up for it, because the weather is schedule to be total shit tomorrow and for the rest of the week. Why are we not outside, taking advantage? Why are we not soaking up the rays, and enjoying the fresh air? Because I’m lazy and I don’t feel good.

I have a cold. Booo. I never get a cold, even when the rest of the family is sniffling and snuffling and chugging shots of Day-Quil. I have a strong and mighty immune system! Or, so I thought. I went to bed last night all stuffed up, and I woke up today with a big headache, and I just don’t feel like doing a damned thing. I know I’m going to regret being a slug in a few days, when we’re TRAPPED in the house, but for now, I just don’t even care. I just want to sit on the couch and watch Spongebob. Laundry be damned. Sunshine and fresh air, suck it. I’m going to wallow in my misery, since my kids are off track and I don’t have to be anywhere!

Don’t wanna catch my ammonia!

It just occurred to me that I never posted about Mallory. And it’s already been nearly a week! She was doing pretty badly last Friday with the coughing and stuff, and I was concerned enough about her that I left the other little ones home with Kayley and took Mallory to the doctor. After a chest x-ray, they determined that she has PNEUMONIA! What? Seriously? What next? Leprosy? Trench mouth? Head lice?

She’s been very conscientious about not sharing her food and drink with others, so they don’t catch her “ammonia,” even though we’ve told her that it isn’t contagious. And I’ve been very conscientious about giving her huge doses of amoxicillan twice a day, careful to wash up really well afterward, since I’m deathly allergic to it.

And about that! At what point do you outgrow a penicillin allergy? All my life, I’ve been told to avoid penicillin, since I “almost died” from it as a baby. And the doctors said if I ever had even a drop of any “cillin” drug again, I probably would fall over dead. But…how come you never, ever hear about people accidentally dying because they took penicillin? Seems like everyone and their brother is allergic to it. And you hear all the time about people dying from random bee stings and peanut butter sandwiches they didn’t know would kill them. But you NEVER hear about people dying because of penicillin. Is it a big urban legend? Is it much ado about nothing? I have no idea.

Anyway. Mallory’s doing quite a bit better – especially considering she’s been on antibiotics for 6 days. And Pablo’s up and down. Today, he’s pretty good. Yesterday, he was feverish and shivery and quite pitiful, really. The little girls are fine. And I’m not sure what my problem is. I thought for a minute that I was getting sick too, but I think I’m just sick of being home with sick children. I’ll bet a night away with girlfriends, raucous laughter, and cocktails would cure me completely.

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