Due to the nature of working shifts there are days when both kids are booked into nursery first thing in the morning but I don’t actually start work until the afternoon. This leaves me about four hours free to choose between either industriously cleaning the house from top to bottom, or surfing the net, gazing slack jawed out the window, and eating cold spaghetti hoops from the can.
So this morning I was finishing my second can of spaghetti hoops and had slackened my jaw ready for a jolly good gaze when Kerry rang from her office. She told me that nursery had just phoned to say Evan needed bringing home as soon as possible as he was ill.
As you know, the past two or three weeks the big guy has been battling virus after virus. In fact ever since he started nursery he has rarely been free from a chesty cough or a gloopy eye. Forget about Iraqi and Afghanistan, the most potent biological weapons are streaming from the collective noses of the baby room of a small nursery in West Yorkshire.
This morning he had projectile vomited over two of the staff members, and they had obviously decided that enough was enough. He’s been fine keeping down his milk, but as soon as any solids pass his lips he becomes a human fire hydrant. This ongoing illness is starting to worry us a little; and one of the ladies at nursery suggested that it might not be a virus but some sort of reflux problem, which to be honest worried us a little more. However he does have a temperature and is rather grumpy so that points towards him having some sort of bug rather than a more permanent problem.
Kerry had a ton of stuff to finish off at work before she could get home so, because I’m the, considerate, gracious, and selfless man that I am, I bit the bullet and spent the afternoon I should have been working at home playing with my kids.
While my colleagues were discussing how to allocate the day’s work I was doing head shoulders knees and toes. When they were trying to juggle an ever increasing to-do list and a constantly ringing telephone I was playing with toy cars and a train set. And while they were battling through traffic and the hordes at A&E I was hiding under the bedclothes playing peek-a-boo.
And I wasn’t even vomited on once.
hey, sometimes you have to suck it up and take one for the team. good call.
hope it’s just a virus!
I’ve been watching momre episodes of House MD than I really ought (all three series in a fairly short space of time), and so I can conclude with almost no certainty whatsoever that the underlying problem is sarcoidosis, necrosis (and about three other oses) OR
a combination of the next door neighbour’s cat and a change of direction of the prevailing wind. And because it’s a Thursday.
Excuse my ramblings – I’m feeling a bit under the weather myself today, as I was disturbed from my American TV fest last night by a knock on the door. When I opened it, I was greeted by a 6 foot ladybird, who shouted all manner of obscenities at me, then punched me on the nose. Apparently this has happened to quite a few people I know – some of them suspect a conspiracy of sorts; others reckon that it’s a new wave of terrorism.
Personally, I just think there’s a nasty bug going round.
I would rather have surgery without anesthesia than have the stomch flu make it’s gruesome rounds through our home.
Though I did just vomit a little in my mouth at the thought of canned spaghetti.
Very poor Oli. Very poor indeed.
And there is an update on the illness front. Kerry took Evan to the doctors yesterday and was told that he had an ear infection (discovered only by chance as Kerry pointed out that when you took his temperature in one ear it was higher than when you took it in the other – House MD would be proud).
He’s on some new anti-biotics and so hopefully that might help things (ear infections can cause vomiting in babies apparently)
Hope he is lots better soon, however the projectile vomiting trick might come in handy if you fancied remaking The Exorcist on a budget *grin*
That’ll be something to do with the “hearing and vomiting” functions that ears were landed with. Not the best combination, especially when listening to other people vomit.
did the dreaded lurgy come from the cotten factories? please tell me!!