I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel. The end to my banishment into Quarantine.
Oh please let it be The Light and not another type of purgatory – where actual purging takes place.
It’s been a week and half since The Stomach Virus slammed into our family while on vacation – with Lil Diva as Ground Zero.
It teased us, as CG, then The Tackler fell victim about every two to three days. Just when we thought someone had escaped – BOOM! Toilet worshipping time.
Only I survived unscathed – thanks to my inexplicable but much appreciated Scary Stomach Virus Kicking Immune System.
The after affects of The Stomach Virus lingered for days – making it virtually impossible to go anyplace a bathroom was not located within fifteen feet. The coldest weather we’ve had in the eight winters I’ve lived in Texas didn’t help either.
Finally, the Tackler showed signs of returning to his typical kamikaze self.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
After two days of expelling enough drool and snot to rival Slimer – Lil Diva spiked another fever.
With her, as with the Tackler at that age:
Drool + Runny nose + Fever + Molar and canine teeth breaking through gums = EAR INFECTION
She stopped napping more than 30 minutes.
She raised the cranky factor.
She transformed back into the Screaming Banshee.
The drainage caused our old friend The Cough to return – waking her from a deep sleep and pissing her off more than when CG steals my last chocolate pudding cup and I’m craving chocolate.
Now she’s on antibiotics…. again.. and the fever is gone.
The teeth are still fighting their way through while The Cough remains – along with the mercurial temperament from laughing to Screaming Banshee in a millisecond.
On the positive side, the Tackler has been An Angel today – engaging in self imaginative play after overdosing on Sick Time TV most of last week – I think he watched more television in two days (all PBS and Disney) than he has in the last six months.
It’s only about a 1000% improvement over my poor boy whimpering as he hurled the limited contents of his stomach into the toilet or onto the floor last week.
Now if I could just banish the Banshee again, some of my sanity my return.
I might even be allowed to clean my house – which currently resembles a battle zone riddled with exploded toy chest bombs, Cheerio and Rice Chex grenades, and the littered clothing of laundry zombies.
It’s interfered with my blogging time as I slowly unearth my house from the mass chaos that has been in effect since our return home – it took almost a week to unpack and put the luggage away while The Virus ran rampant.
I have high motivation – once I can see my counters and floors again I can actually have the cleaning service come and decontaminate everything.
Here’s hoping The Screaming Banshee finally has a decent nap today.
And that my Scary Stomach Virus Kicking Immune System doesn’t suddenly decide to have an epic #fail.
Because as bad as it’s been, it can always get worse.
Anyone else been fighting seeming unending illnesses lately?