Bronwyn has been on oxygen for about a week. Our house is full of tanks - some empty, some full, and one enormous, 5-foot monster tank in the bedroom. She has sticky crud on her cheeks where the hose had to be attached to her face so that she couldn't pull the thing out of her little nose. It's pitiful. She started getting sick two weeks ago on Wednesday. By Friday night at about 1 a.m., her congestion had kept her awake for so long that I couldn't take it any more and I called the nurse advice line. The nurse was incredibly rude and dismissive, and told me that "if you notice anything UNUSUAL, THEN call us." Fortunately, I went with my instincts and took her to urgent care on Saturday. She had RSV with bronchiolitis (basically, viral pneumonia) and wasn't getting enough oxygen. So, they sent us home with tanks and tubes.
Bryce woke up crying at about 1 a.m. (popular hour!) on Thursday night. To the doc on Friday and, lo-and-behold, ear infection! Both ears! Poor kid. He's had a cough, presumably from the same RSV that Bronwyn's afflicted with, for about 2 weeks.
And me... I continue to experience bouts of nausea, vomiting, and all that jazz. It always happens starting at 6:00 a.m., and almost always (with one exception in 8 occurrences) on a Sunday or Monday. I finally got to the doctor on Monday this past week, and she suspects gallbladder problems. Now I have to wait until next month to get the ultrasound that will confirm it. Until then, on a low-to-no-fat and low-to-no-sugar diet for me.
I want a milkshake. Bad.