Sick and Tired - for Real

15th - D***** - Bronchitis - he had a chest x-ray. Prescribed azythromycin and albuterol sulfate - no fever
16th - F**** -- Pneumonia - CBC, Catscan, IV - Prescribed augmentin - 102.1 fever
20th - G***** -- Bronchitis - Prescribed amoxicillin and guifenesin with codein - 102.6 fever
20th - G***** -- around 9:00 pm - fever of 105 -- lukewarm baths -- down to 103
22nd - G***** -- Pneumonia - she had a chest x-ray, Prescribed azythromycin and prednisone - fever 101.4

We've been alternating Ibuprofen and Acetaminophen and now we are taking Delsym for cough.


F**** is the only one that is somewhat well.
G***** is coughing and still running a low-grade temp and her little eyes look hollow. I can get her to drink but not eat. When she gets well - we are going to have to take her to a buffet.
D***** - I just took his temp - it is 101.4 his nose is yucky and he is coughing. Guess he's going to the doctor tomorrow to have him tell me that this one has pneumonia too. He's been throwing up but I think that is just where he coughs and the phlegm comes up. I know lovely image there.

Me -- scratchy throat, achy, and tired. Hanging in there.
J**** -- tired too but I don't think he's caught it. We both had tummy troubles yesterday, the ewwww kind.

So what do you do with three sick babies? Watch movies -- thank goodness for free movies from the library. Watch a lot of TV. Color, color, color. Homework from where they missed school. Hold them a lot and let them sleep.

Here's Daddy's masterpiece. That is Larry-Boy the cucumber from Veggie Tales. Strange little cartoon but the kids love it. He has been the main source of entertainment and go get'm guy -- while I have been the main source of "hold me, hold me."

Someone commented the other day that he was probably drunk when Ms. F**** was getting her IV. He was there holding her and sober -- she wanted her daddy. It's a little girl thing. I was the same way and yes, he does a lot of stupid, inconsiderate stuff, but like my Daddy he can soothe and calm his little girl down in a matter of seconds. Kind of like the song -- Daddy's Hands by the Judds.

We've actually made a pretty darn good team these past few days.

For Thanksgiving we went to J****'s Mom and Pa's house. The food was good. The kids and I made fudge and it was a big hit. The kids were not feeling well. D***** had been feeling pretty good up until we got there then he started getting lethargic and feverish.

I don't allow people to smoke in our house. They do. There were a total of four smokers in approximately a 1100 square foot house. I think this escalated the problem with the respiratory problems. I made this comment to J**** after I excused us early from the festivities. It made him angry. I explained to him that I would have done the same if it had been Thanksgiving at my parents where there are also smokers. Oh and yes, I am still smoke free and getting fatter. Here's D***** sick and tired with his Pa.It is now 4:00 am and I have two children awake and acting like they feel much better -- it is amazing what a dose of acetaminaphin will do. D***** is furniture diving and laughing.

Those of you with kids -- have you ever noticed that they will act very sick, lethargic, to the point of death at home, but when you get them to the doctor -- you would think that the Mama is crazy because the child acts and seems healthy. Aaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhh.

Alcohol update:
At his mother's (Granny S) house she was bragging about J****'s battle with staying sober and said that she thought he had been doing well for a time now. (I have stopped giving her details, it worries her, and she's not healthy.) Anyway, I rolled my eyes, sister-in-law giggled and Granny S looked at me and said, he is hanging in there isn't he? I just grinned and crooked my pinky to indicate that he was barely hanging on and gently said -- "for the most part but he falls off the wagon about once every two weeks."
Saturday the 18th he told me he was going to book tobacco to make some extra money. He came home with no money (so he says, but there was a $50 bill in his pocket when I went to do laundry today) and a really good buzz. Just an average too much to drink, nothing eventful, just real disappointing. Six beers is what he says.

Keep us in your prayers -- I would like to get them well before Monday so they can go back to school and I can go back to work.

Happy Holidays and i hear child number three waking up. Of course -- I'm sleepy and want to go back to bed...Oh the joys of being a mother. Guess I'll start the pancakes and coffee.