I owe my husband an apology. What I blithely defined as the “man-flu” was really the Big and Nasty Flu. And I should know, because now I’ve got it. Frankly, I’ve had it with illness, mine or anyone else’s, and would like some health to come flooding our way this month.
Let the record show that:
- Before Christmas, Daisy had a bout of flu that relocated to her hip so that she couldn’t walk. Quaintly known as Hueftschnuepfen (hipsniffles), this meant no kindergarten for some days and a visit to hospital for X-rays and scans to ensure that she didn’t have arthritis. She didn’t.
- After Christmas, just as kindergarten was starting again, Daisy contracted the quaintly named Gurtelrosen (shingles) which made her infectious to anyone who had not had chickenpox. Ollie was immediately innoculated and neither he nor Daisy could hang out with any other kids, except Lily.
- Just as we got Daisy back to kindergarten, Thomas came down with the Big and Nasty Flu, which Daisy also contracted, so she stopped going to kindergarten.
- I had a one-night stand with BNF, except mine was in the form of severe vomiting.
- Ollie caught the gastro from me, and had to be rushed to hospital, where he spent four days recovering with a drip in his head.
- Three days ago, on Ollie’s return from hospital, I got the BNF in its full form and have been laid flat since then. This is the first time I have been able to look at a screen without the lights hurting my head, and that’s probably because I’m nursing a hot toddy laced with A LOT of whisky.
Here are some good things:
- Everyone, except me, seems to be on the mend.
- The sun shone today and the children went out for a bike ride.
- Lily has only missed one day of school since starting in September, so I think she’s rounded the corner from being a little kid who catches every bug to a tougher big kid.
- It’s the weekend, so I can actually lie in bed and groan while Thomas feeds and entertains the small people.
- Our wonderful friends have helped us with grocery shopping, taking the non-sick children for play-dates and ferrying them to their afterschool activities. Thanks and you know who are!
- Daisy missing kindergarten means she’s missed out on the headlice epidemic, which given her full and bounteous head of hair, is a great relief.
Here’s what I’m hoping for:
- A return to our normal routine on Monday
- Rude health for all
And now I’m going to make myself a fresh toddy and head for my bed. Night night.