Oink

Norah might have.... wait for it, wait for it...

Dun, dun, dun.....

Swine flu.

She has had a crazy high fever (103 to 104 unmedicated, and 100 to 101 medicated), and so we took her back to the doctor tonight. This is their logic: she has no other sign of infection so it must be viral, if it is viral and lasts longer than 48 hours it is probably the flu, if it is the flu right now, it is probably H1N1. They don't even test for it. There's not a damn thing they do for it. Some pandemic.

Other than the fever and a slightly red throat her symptoms include: enough green snot to fill a swimming pool, a refusal to eat anything other than popsicles and vanilla milkshakes, demanding to wear her pj's and watch Sesame Street all day, and screaming for 4.5 hours directly into my ear (starting at 2 am).

All kidding aside, it is really tough to see my sweet kiddo feel so crappy. Her lungs and chest are completely clear, so just cross your fingers that this is some freak viral thing that will leave quietly without infecting BVZ or myself (although considering the fact that she shoves her hand in my mouth 73 times a day, cross-contamination is likely).

BVZ and I have been tag-teaming staying home from work. When he was home this morning they mopped the kitchen floor (there was an unfortunate puking incident this morning) and did laundry. When I was home this afternoon, she watched Sesame Street with her friends.

Those are her favorite pj's. Or should I say, they are BVZ's favorite pj's. I got them at a used clothing sale for a dollar and they are like 3 sizes too big. That doesn't stop him from putting her in them every chance he gets. There is like 6 inches of leg room not being used. This morning Norah was trying to carry my work bag and was dismayed to find that it was way too heavy for her. I kept telling her to leave it alone, but she didn't listen and soon enough she was trapped by my work load and BVZ's questionable dressing skills. Ironic, doncha think?