Thirtysomething

The Road to Recovery

So over here, we've been dealing with a double ear infection, pink eye and a virus on top of it all. Needless to say, I believe the phrase "NOT FUN" is a bit of an understatement. The first antibotic Rolo was on didn't work, so mighty and powerful are these ear infections, but so far this new "big guns" medicine (as my pediatrican calls it) seem to be making a difference. Thanks be Jesus.

Anyway, in his infinite generosity, Rolo gave me his pink eye too, and let me tell you, do I ever look pretty. I can't say I even really care, as long as he's starting to feel better. I can handle me being uncomfortable. But poor Rolo, of course, doesn't know not to scratch at his eyes. And the larger issues were the ear infections, which left him wailing in pain, and the congestion which made it almost impossible for him to eat (hard to drink a bottle when you can't breathe through your nose). He's still not eating well, but there's no more fevers, and he's not pulling at his ear anymore. And every once in awhile, I get a smile from him, which I haven't been able to do the last couple of days, so I take all this as a sign he's getting better.

Of course, caring for a sick infant when you work full-time is interesting. I couldn't take him to day care of course. And I was reluctant to stay home and use sick days for consecutive days, as I'm assuming the winter is young and there will be more illness to come. Hence, I played this insane game of partially working from home, sometimes having my mother-in-law watch Rolo, and bringing Rolo to work with me. It wasn't exactly ideal, but at least I have some options. I know not all women do.

What I do know is that once this pink eye clears up and I am again suitable for public viewing, I really need a drink.

Labels: Rolo, work

posted by DJ Heavy D @ 11:36 AM