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2011-the year of the Sickness

  • February 24, 2011 6:01 pm

I’m glad it’s almost March, and I’m hoping that the Spring will finally flush out all the germs that have invaded the Scroggins Clan over the last two months.  I know it’s been like this for a lot of people-why oh why are we being plaged??

But for now, I’m taking my Nyquil and my Puffs with Lotion, and heading to bed early.

Check back next week for more fun filled adventures.   :)

Down for the Count…

  • January 4, 2011 6:18 pm

I don’t know if our immune systems go on vacation the week after Christmas, or all the germs decide to take up residence at our house that week, but it never fails that we get sick.  Some years it has been serious, with things like RSV, pnemonia,  the dreaded stomach flu, or even the real live Flu.  This year is no different, it’s just that the sickness is taking more than one week to leave our residence.  Perhaps it’s because there are more people in the house to infect, and it’s just too dang fun to people hop if you’re a mean-natured bacteria or virus.  Whatever the reason, I’m ready for all illness to exit our household.  Immediately.

This last one even had the nerve to take on the husband.  He actually stayed home from work today, feverish and shivery.  That’s just never ever good, mostly because I have to be caretaker, and since my sinuses, throat, and head are in need of repair, he’s kind of on his own.  So far, only one member of the family is left standing, and we are in quarantine mode to hopefully make sure it stays that way.

But, with all my friends dropping like flies, I don’t hold out much hope.

Here’s to the SECOND week of 2011.  May it be free of sickness, and full of happy snow days as we encounter that Arctic Blast the news is taunting us with.

the dreaded stomach virus

  • December 20, 2010 11:03 pm

We surrender easily to the stomach virus around this house, but lately it’s been brutal!  I’ve heard there is “something going around,” but this is unreal!  It seems we go three or four days and then backslide a day before recovering again for three or four more days.  Tonight was a backsliding night, and the minute we arrived at a family Christmas dinner, I was in the restroom with him while he battled THE VIRUS.  Needless to say, we made a quick exit, and hopefully we didn’t leave a germ hanging around to infect our family before we left.  I’m sure after a night of sleep he will wake up running around like his normal crazy self, but I’m leary of the next few days…will we survive Christmas with a healthy stomach??

Maybe the lunar eclipse will banish the rest of those wretched germs!

Nevermind, I’m sick.

  • September 27, 2010 3:27 pm

I thought it was allergies.

I think it started as allergies.

But, it’s not.

I have a cold.

The real-life, stuffy nose, achy, coughy, fevery kind of cold.

I always get a cold the last week in September.  I just realized that today.  I don’t know if it’s the change in season, or the fact that the first six weeks has worn down my defenses, but looking back the past few years I can cite this week as a week of sickness for me.  And I’m still drowing a bit in my new job this year, so I really really don’t want to have to take a day off work.

So, I just sent all the children to various practices and games, and the husband is on official dinner and bedtime duty as well.

Hello Nyquil.

Goodnight all.

Hopefully it works out for me, and tomorrow will be amazingly healthy.  Here’s hoping.

ALLERGIES!!

  • September 26, 2010 6:36 pm

I think I can handle cold, flu, and stomach viruses better than I can these Fall Allergies.  I fell behind on my prescriptions, so while I patiently wait on the mail order pharmacy, I’m simultaneously trying all those over the counter remedies out there.

Which, apparently, don’t work.  At all.

It’s not just me-the little guy in the house needs his “snotty nose medicine” too.

How long until the first freeze?

the ivy

  • April 21, 2010 7:46 pm

 

I feel like it is my personal responsibility to educate the masses on the dangers and horrors of poison ivy.  With all the new spring growth, it’s out in force right now, just searching for its perfect victim.

Monday, that was me.

I have a long history with this plant spawned from the underworld.  A very long history.  I refrained from posting a hideous picture of my skin’s reaction, but needless to say, it’s not pretty.  Sometimes I feel like all I have to do is look in the general direction of the ivy, and it jumps on my skin with a vicious attack.  I’ve managed to become an expert at my diagnosis, and immediately upon presenting symptoms I hightail it to the doctor for an immediate cortizone shot and steroid pack. 

However, some people (my dad and sister included) have absolutely no reaction whatsoever to the ivy, and really-that’s just not fair in my book.  My husband’s sister was certain she was exempt from the reaction as well, and one year did a little experiment by rubbing the plant directly on her skin.  Let me tell you, if you’re not sure of your reaction, this may not be the best way to test that hypothesis.  Err on the side of caution-it’s just better that way.

But, study this picture, imprint it in your memory, and avoid it like the plague.  I can rest easier knowing I saved at least one person from a wakeful night of insaneful itching.  Stressing the word insane here.

Orowheat Sandwich Thins

  • February 10, 2010 8:34 pm

I must share these yummy sandwich makers.  My mother-in-law found them in the bread isle and tried them out, much to her satisfaction.  They are my new favorite way to make a sandwich or a hamburger.  Plus, it’s a bonus that they are only 100 calories, and therefore, a great way to cut a few extra calories-if you’re into that whole healthy eating and living thing.  :)

we made it 10 days…

  • January 11, 2010 8:12 am

Ten days before the first stomach bug of 2010 hit our house.  I spent the majority of yesterday tending to my pitiful 6-year-old.  It was a mild one, only lasting about 12 hours, but I’m afraid it will rear its ugly head with the rest of us before week’s end.

That stomach virus gets us every time, as does the Ivy, which moved on to my daughter after attacking my son.   Between the both of them, we were a pretty contagious mess this weekend.  I called in another prescription request this morning to rid my daughter of that evil stuff.  10 days in-only 265 more to go.  Maybe we’re getting the worst out of the way early?  Hopefully?

The Ivy

  • December 30, 2009 12:16 pm

poison ivy

Medical happenings around this house are always interesting.  We don’t just get a cold, the flu, or a cut on the knee.  We get pneumonia, earring backs stuck in ears, quadruple ear infections, and poison ivy in the dead of winter.

Yes, poison ivy in the dead of winter.

We just returned from a visit to our wonderful pediatrician to verify my diagnosis that my 6-year-old indeed does have The Ivy.  She just shook her head at us when we told her our sad story.  She agreed that we were her only Ivy case this winter, maybe any winter, but like I said, that’s just how we roll.  Where did he get it?  The only thing I can pull out of my mind is that when making our snowman family, we somehow rolled through a bit of the wretched plant.  And, we know from experience, it only takes a bit.

I have a horrible reaction to The Ivy, sometimes including hives which drive me to near insanity, so we know what to look for, how to treat, and when to call in the official doctors.  Today it was time for professional help, when he awoke with The Ivy on his face, hands, and ankle in addition to his arm.  But, we just downed our first dose of oral steroids, so all should be getting better in a few hours.

In the meantime, I’m avoiding him like the plague.  That stuff is contagious, and while I love him,  I do have my sanity to consider.

Coming out of the fog…

  • September 25, 2009 11:38 pm

In high school, I had an allergic reaction to Sulfa.  I was literally bed-ridden for two weeks, and my mom and I began to joke that I’d “lost my health.”  I was so grateful when I regained my health, that I promised to never again take it for granted.

In my first year teaching, I was sick every other day.  I blamed the kids.  I decided they were germ-ridden, and that their papers were out to get me. Because of that conspiracy, I became a huge fan of Germ-X.  I also became a pro at working when I felt less than wonderful.  For me, getting a sub was a pain, and the planning involved for just a one day absence almost wasn’t worth it.  It was always easier just to fight through the day.  Plus, in the back of my mind, I knew I still had my “health.”  I was never “that sick.”

Pregnancy was a different kind of sick.  With my daughter, I had “all-day sickness,” and would literally choose foods based on their acidic properties-I promise it makes a difference in the end.  Plus, that sickness-the growing a person inside of you sickness-wasn’t going away in 24 hours.  I had to learn to deal with feeling like crap everyday.  I think it was then I began to develop this martyr syndrome around sickness in general.  In fact, when I was pregnant with my third child, I was on the phone with my doctor and mentioned that I hadn’t been able to keep anything-including water-down for the past few days.  She instructed me to immediately go to the hospital for IV fluids, and I said I would be there when I could-but that I was on my way to Museum School, and had a few other errands to run first.  In a very nice way, she redirected my plans to not include Museum School that day, and to include a hospital stay instead.  I think I heard her roll her eyes at me when I said I wasn’t “that sick.”

And, let’s be honest, as a Mom, when do you get the luxury to be sick?  No matter how wretched you feel, when the baby cries, you answer.  You learn to live sleep-deprived, and to cope with sickness.  I’ll admit I’ve spent my fair share of afternoons on the couch watching Dora over and over as I’ve tried to recover from something trying to take my health.  You do what you have to do, but you can’t stop, right?

Wrong.  This week, I was forced to stop.  In fact, so was my husband.  He’d been fighting some annoying bug for a few days, but was hit hard Wednesday.  He even took an actual sick day from work-something he’s done maybe twice since I’ve known him.  Tuesday I started feeling less-than-wonderful, and actually went to the doctor to make sure it wasn’t Flu.  With all the craziness this year, I thought it better safe than sorry.  With a clear negative test, I trudged onward.  Wednesday was bad, but still not that bad.  But Thursday, even my students were telling me to call a sub.  I buckled, and fell into the sickness.  In my house, there were sounds of my own children around me, but by some twist of fate, they were not sick.  My daughter took the reins, and entertained the boys after school.  My husband coordinated homework folders, dinners, and practices-all the time preaching Germ-X and hand washing.  In an attempt to keep the kids healthy, we let them buy their lunch everyday at school (so we wouldn’t be handling their food), and every night, dinner was out of a can or from a local restaurant.  They thought it was awesome.  If we get through the next week still healthy, I’ll agree.  For now, I’m glad to have my own health, again reminded of how quickly it can be taken for granted, even though I really wasn’t “that sick.”