Argh! Happy Halloween Ya Filthy Land Lubber

We are still alive. Barely. Lucas has begun a third round of antibiotics but we've managed to rally just in time for Halloween. But then there was a bit of a monsoon here, and Halloween seemed improbable at best. And then just when all hope was lost that we'd even be able to step foot outside, much less go trick or treating, all the weather nonsense stopped and it was 60 degrees outside and AWESOME.

He's standing on the coffee table, because PIRATES don't have to follow the RULES. I let him because the mess on floor disappears when I take his picture from a height of 18 inches. Happy Halloween everybody.

Have Some Medicine for Your Medicine...

We're finally over the hump of illness...his, not mine. It's hard to avoid getting sick yourself when your child is a breathing germ bucket. He might as well have licked everything we own, such is the virulence of his ick.

He was, of course, allergic to his antibiotics, so medicine was treated with more medicine until I cried uncle and his pediatrician switched him to something else...something better...and he is on the mend. And now I have a chronic cough something-or-other that won't go away. FUN!

I'm thinking of finishing his original antibiotic. I've worked long enough in the health care field to know that's a no-no...but I doubt that'll stop me. Couldn't hurt, unless I too am allergic to amoxicillin...and then wouldn't that be a lesson learned.

When Swine Flu Hits the Workplace

That's me...getting fit tested for a N95 respirator mask. Hospital work: Good, clean Hazmat-esque fun! That mask, by the way? Way too big. Got a lung full of that nasty super sweet sugar syrup on the first breath. Bah. And no, we never clean the conference room.

Sick Day Revisted

Got another call today from the school nurse. So much for that overtime at work. Had to pack my bag up almost as soon as I got there and suffer through the world's worst shuttle system back to my car to pick him up. I made a call to his pediatrician's office and the triage nurse there was kind enough to tell me not to bring him in and infect all the other sick children. To which I said, HUH? What are you there for if not to treat the ill? I mean, I get her point, but she didn't need to be quite so sassy about it. If he doesn't feel well in the morning we're headed in...all those other sick kids can fend for themselves. It's looking an awful lot like last year's pneumonia...

Playin' Hooky

I thought it'd be a bit more fun than this, having my little buddy back around for the day. But really, it's painful. He spontaneously erupts into tears wailing, "I just want to rejoin my claaaaaassssss." DUDE! Don't you know how hooky works? You're supposed to only seem sick until the bus pulls away and then you miraculously feel ALL BETTER! But, alas, that's not how my little martyr operates apparently. He actually is sick. And I don't blame him for heaving at the thought of those Children's Tylenol Meltaways...they look yucky to me too.

Sick Day

I got a call from the school today. It was the nurse, and I could hear my child throwing up in the background. Poor kid. Poor nurse. Poor me.

I picked him up and he does indeed look sad, sick and pathetic. He hasn't yet offered up a repeat performance on the vomit (yay me!) but this reminds me lot of that time he had pneumonia. He'll be staying home tomorrow so when nap time comes around I'll have some company.

Our First Fieldtrip!