Unnhhhh.... Ohhhh... :(

I feel yucky when I stand up, sit down or lie down... No fever no real pain, just gut-based yuck. My system is currently noise, light and crowd sensitive. I hope I feel better soon; my "tribesmen" needs me, I need me. :-(

L-Infinity and her AC/DEC (Academic Decathlon) are again in Houston, competing in the State AC/DEC Competition.

Multicultural night tonight and the kiddos are performing but we couldn't go because Mr. Man had to work and has a flight @ 7:30PM while me, well... I feel yuck! Finding someone to take the two little ones wasn't hard, it's having someone watch them while there, is what almost made me start a mutiny of tears, screaming and outright stomping. Thank goodness for good neighbors and friends, one dropped them off, one will pick them up. As I've put it to my hubby why I couldn't afford to go, "I don't want to end up being one of the exhibits from actual puking."

The moving plans are underway, but getting much done, not so much... My poor children, their Spring Break will be spent packing and sorting toys and clothes (sounds familiar from 3 years ago)...

Make that 3 Sick in my Family!

First it was me with a sore throat that started last Thursday that got worst today with a migraine even.

Yesterday, at 3AM, J-Pony climbs in our bed with a sore throat, fever and a throbbing pinky (she jammed it at school during a game of 4 squares). Good thing, a dose of Tylenol took care of that.

Update: at the urgent care, no break on the pinky and it's a common viral boo-boo. L-Infinity is still coughing but much better.

Then, when we got back from the urgent care, I-Dude was very red, very hot and has a throbbing headache! Over 102 deg! All night long, his fever spiked and he vomited, until today.

I had to give him a lukewarm shower and cleaned him off to stave off another temp spike. He seems to be doing better and was even able to eat for over an hour now. Thank goodness!

I can't stand being sick but it absolutely drives me nuts when my kids are sick!

Perhaps Too Much Cleaning?

J-Pony and I are both very sick with chest colds, fever and headache. Plus, she jammed her pinky from school last Friday afternoon, so, it's on a splint. Instead of church, we're both headed for the Urgent care instead. *sigh*

Good thing I got much done Friday and Saturday... The fridge has cooked meals and the table have cookies. We've got Veggie Tales and other great LDS movies. I can sleep after we get back.

Mr. Man's coming home today from Chicago. Yay...

Sickie Sunday continues...

Our home wouldn't be fun if we didn't copy our children...

Now, it's me and Charlie that's sick. I'm super fatigued and achy all over. He has a chest cold. SIGH...

Have a great week to all!

We'll take Bronchitis for 100 Please

I know I've been having fun with my other blog, but a day can be a mish-mash of emotions, happenings and trials, right? Of course, I'm right!

Today is such a day...

IAN came home from school yesterday, exhausted and with a threatening high fever- again! We gave him Tylenol and let his little soul sleep until it couldn't anymore- about 4 hours... So today, he didn't go to school and we headed off to the Urgent Care near a Target and an Office Depot since we also had errands to do. Charlie, though aching for sleep from having just come home after a 10-hour shift, pulled himself together like the trooper that he is and drove as carefully as he can to our intended destinations. That was at 10:15AM

Due to good traffic flow, we got there about 10:30AM; after signing in, we waited for about 20 minutes (I'm sure it was more) for IAN's name to be called. (The whole time, Ian was upset at the fact that there were no kids around and he wanted to go to the one close to our apartment- in reality, that one was just as bad). Charlie, needing to stay awake indulged his son, and took him for a tour of the place. We went upstairs, down hallways and empty office rooms. It helped. A lot. (Thanks, Mahal, I love you!)

We go back in and waited a little bit more. Then, "IAN MATHEWS", "IAN" rings out and we're off to the triage room. He weighed 46.6 lbs. 45 inches tall. Yep, he's still on the small side. (I hate it when he gets sick; he loses weight, pounds at a time! It's like going back to square one, it's maddening at times- like today!)

Then, we wait for 1, 2, 3 hours! Why? There was only one, count it, one doctor! Was that enough to ruin our day? No, of course not, that would be too easy! No, we have to have the doctor confirm the wheezing, give him the Pulmicort/Xopenex breathing combo in this nebulizer which of course the attendant left the moment it was turned on and didn't come back! We had to tell her that the darn thing was done. Did they come running? No, we still had to wait until the doctor shows up with another assessment of his lungs.

As we wait:

Ian: "Daddy, spell transportation."

Daddy: "B-U-S".

(Both Ian and I laugh heartily)

Ian: "Daddy! That's not how you spell transportation!"

Daddy: "You're right, it's "T-R-U-C-K".

Rattle... Rattle... No wheezing anymore, but now there's rattling. Could be pneumonia.

(Me yelling at "Brain": "I don't want pneumonia, his system can't handle pneumonia! He will lose so much weight and be lethargic for days. It can't be pneumonia! We'll take bronchitis, yeah, bronchitis is so much better. Please let it be bronchitis! Are you listening, Brain? I want bronchitis!)

Must be cautious. X-rays ordered. Next room. Fitted with crotch protector. Told to pose and hold just right. Three times. One more because he shifted slightly. Good job. Back to the room. More waiting. Hungry Mommy. Hungry Daddy. Hungry Ian.

The technician goofed and didn't give the films to the nurses for the doctor. More waiting.

Doctor comes back in and says: "No pneumonia, but there are infiltrates that could be viral which is typical of bronchitis." (Yes! Did you hear that, we got bronchitis! Yay!)

We finally get to the prescriptions and the good doctor argues with me as to what kinds of medicines work on my children! ("WE DON'T DO ZITHROMAX! Can you hear me, doc? It doesn't work! All three systems linked to my genetic line do not respond to Zithromax!")

I win the round and he gives us Amoxicillin and OraPred. Taking that last step outside of that building was the best part of the day! Filed under ONE TIME WONDER unless in emergencies and we are closest to it.

We got home twenty minutes before Jasmine got off the bus and reached the front door. EXHAUSTED PARENTS- our new slogan of the year!

Background Tidbit: Last April, I wanted to look for a job, got all the online printable applications ready to be filled out. Ian had to be picked up from school, because he was not responding to Tylenol at school. He was sick with wheezing and sinus infection. This year, Sunday morning, my next door neighbor told me about a work-at-home opportunity with a local business. I started the application process. Monday at 3AM, Ian crawls into our bed with a 103 fever!

Any ideas as to what this means?

Sickie Sunday

(One of his silly smiles; at his school Winter party, Dec 2008)
Jasmine and Ian are both sick today... Jasmine with a hoarse throat and Ian, he was hit with something at night but it didn't mess up his system until about 3AM today. Good thing, Jasmine's energy is up after a good rest though her voice is still funny, but Ian when he gets sick...

We are talking 102+ degrees F for a fever. Even now, even with the Tylenol/Motrin combo he normally needs, only give him relief for a few hours. I can't stand it when he's sick. Part of me feels numb from having gone through this since he was a baby, and part of me turns into this Wonder Mom that just goes crazy looking for what's best for him, to make him best comfortable.

Which means, no one is allowed to stress him out. He gets command of the remote. He chooses his munchies (within reason of course!). He takes over the couch (can't get to him fast enough upstairs). I wish he can just fight it like normal kids can, but he can't. Not yet; don't know when he'll ever be able to. For everyday that he's not sick, I am super grateful, because on the days that he is, I feel so helpless-like I did when he was a baby...

Great IAN info: He loves to tell me and Charlie, "I love you", he thinks I'm so soft all the time, he wants to be as smart as his sisters (and he is), loves Legos, HW and Build-a-Bear. He loves mashed potato and any soup with potatoes. Also a big fan of cabbage, broccoli and Filipino food. He's so precious to us, sometimes, Charlie and I notice that we tend to him a little more than the other two. But then Jasmine or Lisa does something that equals out the love.

My tender-hearted boy, my baby. I hope you feel better soon. You too, Jasmine. Love you both, Mommy.