Down with the sickness

Yep, the cooties have returned to our house. Maybe they never left. They just go into hiding for a week and then pop out and infect us all over again. That's my germ theory (conspiracy?). For those of you who want the gory details, here they are. Rowan just recovered from an RSV-induced bout of bronchiolitis. That was fun. I got to give him albuterol via inhaler. He took it like a champ, though. I think the novelty of the contraption made it fun. You want to know something weird? Our health insurance, which is pretty awesome, paid for the medication but not the spacer thingy. It only cost around $20, but still. That sort of seems like charging for the eye dropper dispenser that comes with liquid medicine for kids. Is it remotely realistic to think that a 22-month-old could use an inhaler without the spacer doodad? Really people.

Anyway, Rowan has kicked the bronchiolitis and now has his first ear infection. We went to the doctor yesterday and she said that some kids develop ear infections following bronchiolitis. What? That would have been good information to know beforehand. Then we could have been on the lookout for it. Aiyeee.

While all this was going on with Rowan, Jeremy, my mom, my dad, and myself all got sick with some version of the bronchiolitis crud. Hopefully we will all be healthy for Christmas.

Now that you know what I've been up to I hope you can forgive my negligence in posting. Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to try to get some work done. And, I need to blow my nose.

Trials and tribulations

Poor Jeremy is sick with some kind of throat cootie. His weekend was neither fun-filled, nor restful. He went to the doctor yesterday and, after starting an antibiotic, is feeling a tad better this morning.

Sparky, my beloved companion of 11 years, just can't get with family living. It's been 3.5 years since Jeremy and I combined households and he still has not adjusted. The vet prescribed an antidepressant for him and it doesn't seem to be working. I'm sad that he is so unhappy and have decided to try to find him a new home. Anybody out there want an awesome cat?

Okay, so maybe the title of this post is a bit dramatic. I guess I'm just feeling a bad because two of my favorite guys are feeling bad.

Looking on the bright side, Rowan and I are feeling okay so far (praise be) and we've got lots of good leftover Halloween candy. As Darryl Worley (a Savannah, TN native) would sing,

Sounds like life to me.
It ain’t no fantasy.
It’s just a common case of everyday reality.
Man I know it’s tough but you gotta suck it up.
To hear you talk you’re caught up in some tragedy.
It sounds like life to me.