Oh how you love a little taste of my life, down here in Florida. I know you think it’s all sunshine, oranges and flamingos. I bet you didn’t know that it is also all pollen all the time. And this year? Worst pollen EVER.
I moved here with little to no allergies that I knew about. And since I have been here (and we are going on 4 years now), this fourth year is a bitch. A total huge bitch.
A pollen covered bitch.
So I have been a sneezing, itchy eyeballs, miserable person for about 2 weeks.
V has been slowly building up to getting sick. It seems to be a regular routine. So his doctor (my doctor~actually, the doctor I work for) checked him out today, put him on some antibiotics and, freakily, ordered an X-ray of his adenoids. Enlarged adenoids can cause bleeding? I didn’t know that…
Anyways, my Mummy-mind has leaped straight from sinus infection to adenoidectomy. I have rather an active imagination. So something fun for me to set up for the Little man in the next few weeks.
And so home I went, picked up antibiotics and, upon my arrival home, was greeted by the Dog, Little Man and the faint ‘hello~~’ coming from the couch.
My husband is sick again.
And the rest of my evening went as follows:
Snot, snot, snot.
I hate dinner.
I only want to eat “Nana toast” (which I, coincidentally, invented last night out of sheer desperation to get V to eat something. He hasn’t been that interested in food since he’s been so congested).
Scrambled eggs thrown all over the floor by V and quickly eaten by my dog.
He then fell, tripped, turned too quickly, arched his back to get away from me and hit his head 4 times. That resulted in 4 different screaming secessions.
M went to bed.
V went to bed.
I poured a glass of wine, sped off to get Thai takeout and sped home to drink the wine.
How I long for a Good Friday and an Easter Monday (which M didn’t believe me exists) of my very own.
Heres to no more bonked heads, another glass of wine and the desperate hope that I don’t get sick over the weekend!!