The house of sick

I've been knocked over with the sick. In fact, all of us in the last week have been knocked for six with sick. I am just a bit over it. A fine welcome to winter.

I noted yesterday, about lunch time, that while Brett, Izzy and I were crook, Summer was happy, singing, dancing and full of beans. 

By tea time she was tired, hot and fell asleep before she had any dinner. We were at mums. On the way home, to dose her up on Panadol, she spewed all over herself and the car seat. She fell asleep straight away. I armed myself with disinfectant and cleaned the car.

She spewed because of the fever. Thankfully it is not gastro. We have been so lucky in this household, that gastro hasn't taken hold, yet. Apparently it's going around.

Double thankful, that Brett and I got a night away on Friday amidst the sickness. We had a nice night out at an Egyptian restaurant and a motel stay in Mt Gambier. We didn't end up seeing a movie, opted for the heated pool and spa! 

Motel room selfie, fighting fit!

We've all just had a cold. It just affects all of us differently. Of course Brett seems to have contracted it in it's deadliest form.

Mine is all in my sinuses.

Izzys was in her chest, coughing and stubborn phlegm.

It seems to have hit Summer like a ton of bricks. Poor mite, I do hope she wakes up happy.

I decided to make some flu killer soup for lunch yesterday. I am hopeful the four onions, six garlic cloves, three hot chillies, cumin, turmeric, ground coriander and a knob of ginger are enough to fight it. I used some leftover BBQ chicken, a small head of broccoli(and the stalk chopped up) with a couple of mushrooms.  It really wasn't bad soup.

Hoping you don't have to make it actually!

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Before the rain

Winter's less than a week away. I am not looking forward to it, I don't mind the rain, but I hate being cold.

Yesterday was bitterly cold. I wasn't keen on being outside. Izzy was home, she had croup on Monday night. Croup sucks. Neither of us slept very much at all. I took her to the doctors earlier in the day, I wasn't keen on her being outside either. She had different ideas and a bit of fresh air was probably not a bad thing.

While she rode her bike in the driveway, Summer followed me about as I took photos of flowers. Izzy soon joined us. It wasn't long before the rain started to pitter patter, we retreated indoors and on went the heating!

Wordless Wednesday

Gemima and Esme

Isabel and Summer received these two dollies for christmas from their nanna Anne. That's my mum. Izzys is Gemima, and Summers is Esme(named by my mum). The dollies reside on the beds of their respective owners.

After a bout of gastro with Summer, a leaky exploding nappy, and living in Summers cot, Esme came out second best. She didn't quite survive the wash and needed some running repairs. 

Mum expressed when she bought them that they dollies should have a book to document their travels and adventures, what better place to do that than this blog! 

Watching Shrek with their engrosed(and tired) owners

A sick Summer again



Third day in hospital, this room is getting smaller and smaller.

Bloods have been taken again to make sure the infection has gone.

Improvement and a smiley girl on Wednesday

I turn 40  tomorrow, the last thing I want is to wake up in this hospital room. I hope to god whatever it was, besides the urinary tract infection, has gone and we can go home. Meanwhile we are waiting for lunch to arrive for another day.

Summer is back to her normal self, she is very wary of the nurses and doctors now though. She is still choosy who she gives her smiles to,  as much as the nurses all try.

Last night was the worst, she had an antibiotic injection and had her canula line taken out. It took me three hours to get her to sleep before they had to give her the injection, so I was trying again after that. I eventually laid down to get some sleep at nearly midnight.

A severely depressed teen ran down the hallway crying and burst through the doors and escaped. I heard the nurse ring the cops to go looking for him. And not long after, I’m across the hall from the emergency ward, heard them bring him back and then heard them talking about suicide watch. My heart went out to him, especially as it was the end of  Are u ok? Day.

The nurse asked me in the morning if I was woken up by the drama, I wasn’t even asleep yet. I wasn’t too concerned about our safety but more worried about what he was going through. She just answered “Life is just sad for some people”. I hope he gets through his sad period and goes on to a happy life.

I am getting  so behind in my photo a day challenge, I can’t wait to get home and catch up.

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We made it home in the afternoon, bloods were all clear, but she is low in iron. I am so glad to be home, I’m so glad she is over it. We can move on.

It's 12 past midnight, Happy Birthday to me!!! Time I got some sleep.

We have a third birthday to attend tomorrow, I still haven't had time to buy a present. Then family and friends are helping me commiserate celebrate my 40th for dinner out.

We took silly photos on the computer to pass the time

  

Miss Polly had a dolly...

When I had my son, my Gran said "It's looks like she's just playing with one of her dollies". Kids grow up so fast, I will probably be thinking the same thing when my daughters have babies.

You can just call me Polly, because my youngest dolly has been sick, sick, sick...

I have never had a kid with croup before, and that horrid sound of barking had me booking a seat in the doctors clinic lounge. I hate said lounge, I'm not one to frequent it unless I have to. A few days of medi and little Summer was all good. Enter the mystery 'virus'. 

It saw us back in the lounge of old mags, info-ads tv (got me buggered why they think sick people want to watch that crap while waiting for the doctor), old people, mothers, children and phone surfers. I got the answer I thought I would get, go home, give panadol, go to the hospital if she gets worse. I was angry at myself for expecting anything different. But spots, fever and a listless kid had me worried. The doctor, not our usual one, had bulk billed me when I went to pay and I was glad I hadn't wasted money on go home and give her panadol.

It did have me worried.  A few years ago, when 38 weeks preggers with Izzy, I was sent home with Jake, with 'it's just virus'. Six hours later I sobbed and worried, while I sat in a dark plane with him on our way to Adelaide with the Flying Doctor. A terrible experience I wouldn't wish on any mum, thankfully he survived his suspected encephalitis.

I took her to the hospital that night, because she hadn't changed and had a temp of 40. Our usual doctor, the one that had delivered the girls, was on call. Although he sent us home after all the usual checks, I felt more reassured because I trusted his judgement. He is so laid back and easy going, I always feel better after a visit with him.

The poor little mite has been out of action all week. Too tired to lift her head, to smile, to cry even. It consumed every ounce of energy she had.  I took her back to the doctor on the sixth day of having fevers and laying asleep and lifeless. A different doctor again. He seemed concerned so sent me to emergency at a nearby town. She was seen by two more doctors there, again I was sent home. In the time that I'd booked the appointment in the morning and getting to the hospital, she had improved, not so listless and her temp was levelling out.

Sum came good on the seventh day, it was good to see her smiling again and interesting in playing. It still took a few days before she was 100%. She's back to spreading books, toys, and food all over the house again, and I couldn't be happier. It was nice too, that Izzy left Sum alone, while she was sick. I wasn't yelling at her for annoying the bejesus out of her little sister. Soon enough Sum will be getting her own back, and Izzy wont know what hit her.