You Give Me Fever. But Please Don’t.

It seems I’m getting the vacation I never got during the Holidays*. Mia woke up with a fever yesterday morning and, after a trip to the doctor in the afternoon, we found that it wasn’t the flu but some other virus that could take three or four days to run its course (i.e., into the weekend)**. After the weekend, it’s MLK Day, which state workers get, meaning Mia’s preschool is closed. Michelle and I have to work. Lookin’ like I won’t be workin’ too steadily for the next few days.

In other news, my pessimism about picking up Mia’s “big-girl bed” was all for naught. I went to the store to get my “pick-up ticket,” making sure not to make eye contact with the Salesdouche***, and finding out (from the stock guys) that, indeed, we were receiving everything promised to make the awesome loft bed. Which, even in its half-constructed state, has completely taken OVER Mia’s room.

* If you call putting together a loft bed a vacation. Actually, as my laptop is loaded with the same software we use at work, so it’ll be a working vacation.

** UPDATE: Surprise! The strep test Mia took at the doctor’s office came back positive. So said the nurse who called us at 7:15 this morning. And Mia loves, loves, LOVES her medicine. In case the sarcasm isn’t evident, it took us 20 minutes of begging, pleading, negotiating, and threatening to get her to drink 2 teaspoons of the chalky bubble-gummy suspension concoction.

*** Michelle and I watched Monday’s How I Met Your Mother on the DVR. There was the (re?)introduction of the word “douche” (not the freshening one) to Network television, the promotion of marijuana use, and the emphasizing how important “cloves” were to our shared melodramatic high-school experience. Speaking of, I need to dig out my journals from those days to send excerpts to this.

Posted by Scott-san on 01/11 at 11:32 AM
 
  1. Ugh, poor Mia.  I can’t imagine strep at her tiny age.  Stupid bodies with their stupid throats.

    Posted by cw  on  01/12  at  10:28 AM
  2. You could put her in a cage with hungry pitbulls and rub peanut butter on her throat and maybe solve the strep *that* way?

    photos of loft bed, pls.  My brother and I had bunkbeds until he was 10 and I was 7.  I slept on the bottom because sleeping on the top was SCARY.  It was the 70s and we didn’t have guard rails or anything.  If you fell out, you just goddamn broke something, and you’d have to wear a cast or go to the dentist or whatever, and hopefully you wouldn’t be permanently scarred by it.

    Posted by styro  on  01/12  at  01:46 PM
  3. C-dub: She’s doing fine now, thanks.  She was only really miserable that first day of fever.  And she never really complained about her throat hurting . . . just hardly ate anything for about 36 hours.

    Styro: We’ll get photos, although I’m not sure how much of the bed we’ll actually get in the frame as it’s filling up a full THIRD of her room’s floor space.  Seriously, I’m not sure how far away we’ll be able to get to take a picture.

    Posted by Scott-san  on  01/12  at  02:50 PM
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