What a week. Maddie’s virus that landed her in the emergency room twice wiped us all out. By Friday, 3 out of 4 of us were on antibiotics.
Madeline’s pneumonia lessened but her cough persisted. On Colin’s fourth day straight of fever, he decided to go to the doctor where he was promptly prescribed azithromycin, a familiar drug here in our household since both children have lung problems. Maddie was already taking it. Warren’s cough began sounding like one of his lungs would actually come up, so off he went to the asthma specialist where he was diagnosed with bronchitis. At least it wasn’t pneumonia, like we thought. And me? I never got past the head cold, so I got to care for the entire clan with plugged up sinuses and a killer sore throat. That’s the reward for never getting feverish.
The highlight of the week was when we had to pick up Renny’s prescription of azithromycin at the pharmacy and he started coughing so violently that he threw up all over the floor of CVS. The lady at the counter didn’t even blink as she handed me a roll of paper towels and told me the meds would be filled in 20 minutes. At least it was on the linoleum.
Seeing your loved ones so sick is awful, not to mention tiring as you endure many night wakings and moments of frustration when you realize there’s nothing else to be done. Caring for your ill family is rough, especially when you’re one of the afflicted. But life goes on and you just get through. The only, only part that I can no longer handle is the fact that I cannot taste food. At all. Tell me, what now is the point of eating?! What worse tragedy can you think to bestow upon a “foodie,” I ask you?
I’m sorry to complain. I hate complaining. We’re surviving. We’re still sick, but we’re surviving.
Regardless, at the end of this week, after all these challenges, I am grateful. Grateful that we have modern medicine readily available to us. I’m grateful that we have medical treatments in place to aid our children with their chronic conditions. I’m grateful for health care and for Colin’s job that allows him to stay home when he’s at death’s door and even work from home when he’s backed up from the door and just on the front porch. I’m grateful for friends who made us dinner and called to check in. It’s times like these that you realize how blessed you really are.