Please Pass The Thermometer January 27, 2006Posted by table4five in Uncategorized.
If I don’t come down with some kind of illness in the next week, it will be a freakin’ miracle. My Mother-In-Law, who is here recovering from a hysterectomy, is so badly constipated that she is in constant pain. And I hope she doesn’t mind that I just announced that to strangers.
My poor husband, who is almost never sick, has come down with some kind of flu that causes him chills, muscle aches, a heavy cough and a high temperature. He is at the doctor right now. he didn’t ask me to make the appointment until this morning which means they will “squeeze him in”. Translation: keep him waiting 45 minutes. I really hope he doesn’t have pneumonia.
Nathan came home from school early today, after going down to the office twice complaining of stomach cramps. The first time the secretary had him lay down for a little while, the second time she called me. I figured he probably needed to poop. No, he needed to come home, drink some hot chocolate(I figured a warm drink would soothe his tummy), lay down for a nap, and then get up and throw up. Mercifully, he made it to the toilet first.
I have been to Rite Aid every day for the last four days. Prescription refills for me and Ryan, Senokot and Dulcolax for my MIL, baby wipes for Kaitlyn, a thermometer for BC. They should reserve me a parking space.
The one benefit to daily trips to the store is the appearance of the best candy every created:
It used to be that retailers waited until it was much closer to Easter to start stocking this heavenly confection, but now the second Christmas is over it becomes Valentine’s Day display time. And since that means candycandycandy, Cadbury’s has apparently decided to start Creme Egg season earlier. Which is damn fine by me. Mmmmmm, Creme Eggs…drool…
Update: BC is back from the doctor. It’s just the flu, no strep throat or pneumonia. But he is considered contagious until he stops coughing and sneezing. So we have to follow him around the house with a can of Lysol. Fun, fun.