I need a break. I need to relax. It has been more than a week of craziness. It started last weekend, my in-laws were here, and I felt like poo. But I trucked on, watched the twinkies so hubby could bond with his parents. And on Monday, I went to the walk-in clinic at my doctor's office. Strep test - negative, culture - negative. Peritonsillar cellulitis, DING DING DING!! Basically, I had an infection in my throat and my glands, that was just shy of an abcess. Armed with my super antibiotics, I went home, where I did not move. My fever topped off at 102, but finally broke. On Wednesday, I had a work meeting that I could not miss...of course my fever spiked back to 100. So after sweating through the meeting, back tot he doctor I went. They didn't think it was any worse, but it certainly wasn't any better. Because it didn't get worse, I got to skip the steroids. I did get the maximum allowable dose of augmentin though. Sweet. Oh and PS - found out that on Monday, I was about a day, day and a half from a hospital admission. Turns out the peritonsillar abcess requires slicing the infection open to drain, and a course of IV antibiotics. Lesson learned - go to your doctor folks.
So on Thursday, finally starting to feel better. Decide let me do some things around the house, then I can go back to work tomorrow and feel like I still got something accomplished. Ring Ring. Telephone - day care calling. Your daughter has 101, come get her and no school tomorrow. Thinking she might have what I do, I take her to the pediatrician. Not what I have. Small ear infection. Leave with an Rx for amoxicillin. PS - we were at the pediatrician's office the previous Tuesday for B.'s ear infection. Swell.
DH is at school tonight, getting the kids fed and up to bed at 7pm. Approximately 635 pm, B. decides I want to put my leg on the other side of the love seat and throw all my weight behind it. Result, flying leap off the love seat, headfirst, into the base of the floor lamp. Screaming 19 month old with bleedig ghead wound. Apply ice (i.e. frozen vegetables), start thinking logistics for two toddlers and one mom at the ER. Shit diaper bag is still in DH's car...along with stroller. At class. M. running at my feet, trips and falls. Then starts eating the frozen veggies now falling out of the bag applied to her brother's head. B. laughs hysterically. Relief as I realize no ER visit necessary.
Friday, drag the girl to work so people can coo over her, and I can have an adult conversation. Survive the weekend and the temper tantrums. Sunday afternoon, B. has green goo coming from his eyes and nose. Either sinus infection or pink eye. Sure to be sent home from school now. To be sure, before bed, treat the boy's eyes with the erithromyicin ointment they have from last bout of pink eye. Go to bed thinking smooth sailing.
Wake up Monday morning. The boy's eyes ares swollen like grapefruits, his cheeks puffed. Looks like he lost a fight with Tyson. I know the look anywhere. Allergic reaction. Figure it must be erithromyicin. Take for sick visit at pediatrician (that's three visits in three weeks for those of you scoring at home...if not, try flowers - pa dump bump.). Diagnosis, sinus infection - treat with augmentin and probiotics (something I know well!). Also, referral for allergist.
So B. is signed up for his first allergy consult on Wednesday. His sister I have put off... which is worse, asthma or allergy? Never a dull moment.
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