10.26.2010

This, That & The Plague

Over the weekend we drove north (west? I'm not so good with the directions) to meet Scott's brother Ron, sister Karen and brother-in-law Bill at the Galleria since it's somewhat in the middle(ish) between all of us. Okay, not really, but there's yummy food, shopping (for SUCKAS like me), and ice skating year round.
Annelise didn't want anything to do with the ice skating, other than just watch it, since she's a rollerskating girl at her core, but she was rather fascinated by the trampoline-bungee-jumping thing. After watching several other kids try it, girding up her courage and forking over $7.00 for a three minute session she gave it a whirl. Or a bounce. Tentatively at first then with a bit more verve.
Of course, since she's seven, she declared it awesome and wanted to do it again and again, but we, the meanies, said no.
By the time we got home that evening Scott was not feeling so perky. He spent most of Sunday on the couch in the throes of a raging fever and football (on TV). I didn't really know if the fever was raging, but if you asked him he'd tell you it was. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not the most sympathetic nurse, at least when it comes to nursing grown-ups. I occasionally push the ibuprofen and the Gatorade but that's about it.
I'm probably more of a Nurse Ratched than a Florence Nightingale.
Thank goodness we don't have a 7-foot tall, mute, pillow-smothering, Native American living with us.
Scott spent most of Monday morning at the doctor's office getting all sorts of tests, an x-ray, a heavy duty antibiotic shot to his posterior that he is still talking about and a prescription for more antibiotics. Oh, and doctor's orders to stay home and rest for a few days.
Turns out he has pneumonia.
Swell.
I guess I believe him now.

P.S. It was strange to come home from taking Annelise to school this morning and see him watching the Today show.
P.P.S. Annelise and I are keeping our distance as best we can and I'm dispensing Lysol, Clorox wipes and anti-bacterial gel like Nurse Ratched dispensed anti-psychotics and lithium.
P.P.P.S. I hope I don't fly over the cuckoo's nest.

4 comments:

  1. LOVED the Cuckoo's Nest reference...

    Hope everyone is healthy!

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  2. So sorry Scott is sick! I am the same way about nursing a grown man. I think I even come across angry sometimes. Turns out one time Steve had pneumonia, too. And I was just basically telling him to get over it. I felt awful about it. But I am a good nurse when it comes to helping him recover from surgery, and other obvious injuries. Live and learn, I guess.

    And this was the day you actually went BACK to the Galleria to return your Stila products?

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  3. BriteCloud: Yes, it was the same day--probably wore him out :)--but we just went to Baybrook Mall for my return--glad we didn't have to go all the way back to the Galleria.

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  4. That harness/trampoline situation looks very fun, but it seems like 3 minutes is a short turn. Even 5 would seem more reasonable.

    Poor Scott! What the heck, how did he end up with pneumonia?

    I'm not a good nurse to Randy either. There's something pathetic about a grow man's whining.

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