I'm losing it. LOOOOsing it.
Since moving to Arkansas six months ago, life has been one big romp through the infirmary. It has been non-stop snot, and coughing, and fever, and aches, and barf. And yada yada. Weird headaches. Yada. It seems like this blog has turned into The Daily Sick Report. But really, it's consuming a lot of our time!
I'm this close to packing my bags and checking into the Funny Farm.
Today Sophie and I went to the doctor, again. The allergies-turned-cold thing has now morphed into something WAY more special. Again. (Sing it with me everybody: "Second verse, same as the first!") The child cannot get any air through her nose. At all. It's like two centimeters into her nostrils there's a concrete wall - no air going in, none coming out. The doctor suggested we try some Afrin, which we did, and even that didn't work. (Afrin, for Pete's Sake! Isn't Afrin like crack? Highly addictive and instant ahhhhhh, I can stop climbing the walls now.) On top of that, her tonsils are enlarged. I'm still not sure from the doctor's description whether it's related to this illness, or whether she just has unusually big tonsils. But combined with the nose thing, she basically has no workable airway. She's breathing like a dog in heat. Seriously. Panting. It's not good. Plus (oh, yes, there's more to this sob-a-thon), she's running fever. The kind where she's hot as fire to the touch, but she thinks she's freezing to death. I spent the whole day trying to un-bury her from the Eskimo-like cocoon she had herself ensconced in and get her to drink something. And keep it down.
Russell has the same crud. As do I, to a lesser degree. He came home from work today. Exhausted and full of snot. I gave myself a little talking-to at that point and decided I was no longer sick. Somebody has to keep us all glued together. Lord knows it's definitely my turn to not be the puniest of the bunch.
I don't know...
Is it the new allergens? The new viruses? I've heard each area of the country has their own unique bugs. Are we maybe just getting exposed to a whole new crop than we had in New Mexico? Is it all the Germ Inseminators we're around now? Since moving, Sophie has been around a LOT more kids -the park, gymnastics, the nursery at church, Cubbies...cousins.
Or are we just a bunch of weenies, with really crappy immune systems?
Whatever it is, my friends, we need prayer. Lots and LOTS of it.
One funny thing did happen today at the doctor's office. (I know. Please, for all that's merciful and sane, let there be something funny!)
While we were waiting for Dr. Livingston to come into the exam room, we heard this giant ker-THUMP! outside in the hall.
Sophie's eyes got big, and I said, "Whoa, what was that?"
Without missing a beat, she said, "Dr. Livingston, I presume?"
I cracked up! I guess her father has been teaching her some stuff.