Saturday, April 19, 2008

Ugh

Right now my house is a harmonious blend of sneezing, snorting, and snotting. (Oh, my.)

Sophie woke up yesterday with what I thought was "just allergies".

Then today Russell came home from work early with the same rhino-related symptoms.

And right now as I type this, I too am romancing the Kleenexes hard and heavy. It just hit me, bam!, and already I feel like my sinuses are full of tapioca pudding.

In less than 24 hours, this dude has taken down all three of us. That, my friends, is efficiency at its finest.

I don't think we've ever all been sick at the same time before. Huh. So what's the protocol in a situation such as this? Do we assume the "every man for himself" stance? Or should we conduct a survey first-thing in the morning and allow the sickest ones to mope around and request things from the more able-bodied ones?

Hmm. Knowing men and how they typically respond to illness, I'm guessing I'd better slam a shot of NyQuil tonight and assume I'm the Well One. ...Or perhaps I'll nominate Sophie for that position. She's tougher than both of us, by a long shot. Maybe we should let her be in charge.

9 comments:

sarah p said...

I'm sorry! If the weather is nice, I say you all go outside and breathe in some fresh air and pretend you're not sick. =) (ha)

Your collection of tissue boxes is very pretty, though.

Kritter Krit said...

Thanks, Sarah. =)

Public kiddie play areas are to blame. Sophie played at the one at the mall Thursday morning, and despite de-germifying her hands immediately afterwards, I guess the junk found her.

Why do I never say no to playing there? ...Maybe it's the utter GLEE on her face. Ugh.

Anonymous said...

You poor thing! You're weren't supposed to get sick again so soon. I hope the crud leaves as quickly as it came.

I thought you would enjoy this...My bro-in-law grew up as a missionary kid in Colombia, South America. He forwarded me an email this morning he got from someone he grew up with...turns out it is Jason Castro's Dad. Yes, Jason of Idol fame...he of the sweet face and gorgeous eyes. He is a strong Christian with a real heart for God. They were asking for prayer for Jason, that God would keep his heart throughout the contest and beyond. How cool is that?

Hope you feel better soon. Hugs from your PA groupies...Lisa and Melissa

Kritter Krit said...

Lisa and Melissa,

I know, I was hoping to have a bit more of a gap between hacking my brains out...and now snotting and sneezing.

O-well. Like you said, maybe it'll leave as fast and ferociously as it appeared.

No WAY about Jason! That's too cool. =)

Not quite the Bradys said...

In response to the "what is the proper protocol" question:

If you are not the well one (for real, not pretend) and your husband (like most of the husbands in the world) is a bit of a baby when it comes to feeling under the weather, let Sophie roam. Granted, I can't promise you won't have any more stool-in-the-toilet or cheese-in-the-carpet casualties while you're down for the count, but she knows where the food is right? Aside from the fact that she doesn't care much for the stuff as far as I can read, I happen to know that in dire emergencies, three and four year-olds are perfectly capable of raiding the stash. You're lucky, see, because for the time being there is only ONE of her. That means if you and Russ are both down with the crud at the same time, it's not going to be Lord of the Flies at your house. Not so here. On those rare occasions I just pray extra hard that nobody gets hurt. : ) She may become a little more tribal for a day or two, but I've found that if you just take one day to REALLY rest, you're sick for WAY less time.

Kritter Krit said...

Bradys,

Your response CRACKED me up! Sophie would love to go "tribal" for a day.

And I know you're right about the rest stuff. I know I would get better a lot faster if I could get a day of good rest. (Man! I can't even imagine your house if you guys ever get the crud ALL at the same time. Holy heck, you'd have to fire bomb it!)

Not quite the Bradys said...

Yeah. It's like twice a year. It sucks. As soon as everyone STARTS getting well, I sterilize the toothbrushes and then I do the ENTIRE house with antibacterial wipes. Light switches, door handles, drawer pulls, remote controls, phones- you name it, I wipe it. It is for this very reason I have sworn off all playlands forever. (And ever.) I believe they are rotting cesspools of sick and every single time we go to one, within 48 hours EVERYONE has snot coming out of their heads. My kids will grow up thinking I am the meanest mom alive. : )

Kathy said...

Oh my gosh, the kids are all sick here too!! Driving me nuts...

Kritter Krit said...

It's AWFUL.

Hubs came home from work Friday, and then again today, feeling like crud.

Sophie is running fever 'round the clock and is so congested, she can't squeak even a smidge of air through her nose. Plus she has gunk at the back of her throat. So basically she has no airway. Poor child is sitting around panting to try and catch her breath. AND she's not sleeping a wink. Neat.

We're using saline spray, taking steamy showers, she's on an antibiotic because apparently all the fluid has gotten trapped in her ears...nothing is helping!

I feel like poo too, but somebody has to hold the house together. Ah. Heaven help us.

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