Today marks one week since I have been out of my house. I think I will be wearing regular clothes today instead of pajamas. Maybe.
A week ago this past weekend, The Grandbaby got suddenly sick. High, high fever. Lethargy. Pitiful. A trip to the urgent care showed no strep and the assumption was that the problem was either flu or virus. She remained sick all weekend. The Girl made her a pediatrician's appointment for Monday morning. The diagnosis remained the same and time hopefully would send improvement.
Later on Monday, I began with a fever. I went to the doctor immediately and tested positive for flu Type A. The doctor told me to go home, stay with The Grandbaby and send The Girl to be tested. The Girl tested negative. I got worse quickly and spent the next day in the bed. So so sick.
The next day The Girl began with a fever. That night The Grandbaby began with a high fever again. The Husband took the two of them back to the pediatrician on Wednesday morning and The Grandbaby did test positive for flu Type A. She continued being sick until Friday. The Girl had a mild case thankfully. The bulk of the sick fell to The Grandbaby and me. I understand better now when folks say the flu is really hard on senior adults and young children. They ain't lying.
Oh, did I mention The Son-In-Law was out of town all week on business? All us sick folks were here at our house. The Husband was a rock. He must have watched Pocahontas a dozen times in those four days. And yes, all of us with the exception of The Grandbaby took Tamiflu.
I have had the REAL flu two other times in my life--once when a teenager and once about 35 years ago. If you tell me you have had the flu and felt bad a day or two, I will argue that you didn't have the REAL flu. I don't know how long it's going to take to recover totally. My diagnosis came on the heels of a bad case of bronchitis and sinus infection AND a week of intestine/adhesion flare along with that. My immune system, compromised on a normal day, really was compromised the past month. It ain't been fun.
During one of our 30 minute times of feeling a bit better, The Grandbaby and I had a mani/pedi session. I thought you might enjoy seeing that. It's the only time in my life I've ever had my nails painted lellow. I gave The Grandbaby rainbow toenails with princess colors, no less.
The Grandbaby and I stayed home from church together yesterday morning. I didn't want us giving any residual germs away nor did I want to gather any new germs from someone else.
We cough on but look forward to a recovering week ahead. Surely. At least there are rainbows even if they are on little toenails!
A week ago this past weekend, The Grandbaby got suddenly sick. High, high fever. Lethargy. Pitiful. A trip to the urgent care showed no strep and the assumption was that the problem was either flu or virus. She remained sick all weekend. The Girl made her a pediatrician's appointment for Monday morning. The diagnosis remained the same and time hopefully would send improvement.
Later on Monday, I began with a fever. I went to the doctor immediately and tested positive for flu Type A. The doctor told me to go home, stay with The Grandbaby and send The Girl to be tested. The Girl tested negative. I got worse quickly and spent the next day in the bed. So so sick.
The next day The Girl began with a fever. That night The Grandbaby began with a high fever again. The Husband took the two of them back to the pediatrician on Wednesday morning and The Grandbaby did test positive for flu Type A. She continued being sick until Friday. The Girl had a mild case thankfully. The bulk of the sick fell to The Grandbaby and me. I understand better now when folks say the flu is really hard on senior adults and young children. They ain't lying.
Oh, did I mention The Son-In-Law was out of town all week on business? All us sick folks were here at our house. The Husband was a rock. He must have watched Pocahontas a dozen times in those four days. And yes, all of us with the exception of The Grandbaby took Tamiflu.
I have had the REAL flu two other times in my life--once when a teenager and once about 35 years ago. If you tell me you have had the flu and felt bad a day or two, I will argue that you didn't have the REAL flu. I don't know how long it's going to take to recover totally. My diagnosis came on the heels of a bad case of bronchitis and sinus infection AND a week of intestine/adhesion flare along with that. My immune system, compromised on a normal day, really was compromised the past month. It ain't been fun.
During one of our 30 minute times of feeling a bit better, The Grandbaby and I had a mani/pedi session. I thought you might enjoy seeing that. It's the only time in my life I've ever had my nails painted lellow. I gave The Grandbaby rainbow toenails with princess colors, no less.
The Grandbaby and I stayed home from church together yesterday morning. I didn't want us giving any residual germs away nor did I want to gather any new germs from someone else.
We cough on but look forward to a recovering week ahead. Surely. At least there are rainbows even if they are on little toenails!
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