I didn't post this weekend and almost didn't post tonight. Why? Well, let me tell you. I am BEAT!
The girl has developed chicken pox, or tickin' pops as she refers to them, again, which is the 3rd time in 8 weeks! Yes. You read that right. 3X in 8 weeks.
She and I spent 3 grueling hours waiting for a walk in appointment at the clinic (I detest going to the clinic. It is chock full o' sick people.) and then an hour at the hospital (Not crazy about going here either.) to get blood taken.
My baby had to get needles. She had to have it taken from both arms as she flinched the first time and the needle went through the vein. Yeah, so that was a lot of fun. *dripping with sarcasm* But . . . she was a little trooper and was very brave and it's over and done with. So in a couple of weeks we'll find out if she has or hasn't developed the immunity against chicken pox.
I also got blood taken to check my immunity against chicken pox. I've never had them and I keep hearing how getting them when you're older can KILL you and how everyone knows someone who knows someone who's cousin's best friend died from the chicken pox because they got them when they were OLD!!!
So yeah, I figure I'm immune since I've had the cp's in my house 4 times in the last 2 months and I'm still here and still pock-less, pock-free, I am the anti-pock! Although, It doesn't hurt to have a doctor confirm it I say as I check my skin for anything that looks remotely like a pox, a bead of sweat forming on my unpocked brow.
Oh, and in addition to the pox, the girl has a cold, a runny nose and an intense need to have her back "wubbed" every half hour through the night. The man and I take turns getting up each night and last night was my night. So needless to say, I gots to go to bed.
Here's a poem I received via e-mail (Thanks Laurie!) that I thoroughly enjoyed. I wish I had the talent to write beautiful poetry like this. Some poets make it look so easy. Enjoy!
The girl has developed chicken pox, or tickin' pops as she refers to them, again, which is the 3rd time in 8 weeks! Yes. You read that right. 3X in 8 weeks.
She and I spent 3 grueling hours waiting for a walk in appointment at the clinic (I detest going to the clinic. It is chock full o' sick people.) and then an hour at the hospital (Not crazy about going here either.) to get blood taken.
My baby had to get needles. She had to have it taken from both arms as she flinched the first time and the needle went through the vein. Yeah, so that was a lot of fun. *dripping with sarcasm* But . . . she was a little trooper and was very brave and it's over and done with. So in a couple of weeks we'll find out if she has or hasn't developed the immunity against chicken pox.
I also got blood taken to check my immunity against chicken pox. I've never had them and I keep hearing how getting them when you're older can KILL you and how everyone knows someone who knows someone who's cousin's best friend died from the chicken pox because they got them when they were OLD!!!
So yeah, I figure I'm immune since I've had the cp's in my house 4 times in the last 2 months and I'm still here and still pock-less, pock-free, I am the anti-pock! Although, It doesn't hurt to have a doctor confirm it I say as I check my skin for anything that looks remotely like a pox, a bead of sweat forming on my unpocked brow.
Oh, and in addition to the pox, the girl has a cold, a runny nose and an intense need to have her back "wubbed" every half hour through the night. The man and I take turns getting up each night and last night was my night. So needless to say, I gots to go to bed.
Here's a poem I received via e-mail (Thanks Laurie!) that I thoroughly enjoyed. I wish I had the talent to write beautiful poetry like this. Some poets make it look so easy. Enjoy!
" WINTER "
a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre
" SHIT, It's Cold ! "
The End
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