3 AM: Llama crawls into bed with Yoav. Well trained daughter for the win!
5 AM: Llam and Abba get up together.
6 AM: Abba gives her a dose of Acamol and leaves for camp.
7 AM: I am awoken by the melodious tones of someone vomiting in the hallway. Lovely. Get out of bed, clean her up, clean it up, wake up Sroch, get ready for school and...
7:52 AM: ...park Llama at the neighbor's so I can drive Sroch and her carpool to school. Have made an 8:08 doctor's appointment with Llama, hope I make it.
8:22 AM: arrive at doctor's office. Oh well. We go in - it's been less than 24 hours since we were there ("Has it been 12 hours?" he asks me. "Yes," I say, "I made sure to check." Item: it was 15 hours. I LOVE socialized medicine!). He's still all for waiting for the culture to come back and confirm if she has strep, but since she's worsening and I have all these foreboding feelings about her tonsils (we've recently discovered that her tonsils are always very enlarged as a norm), so I asked him if I can please start her on antibiotics and he said, "okay, if you want to."
10:00 AM: after a tiny breakfast and the first dose of pink antibiotics, Llama and I get in the pool together, to play such exciting games as 'hang on to Mommy while she crawls all over the pool,' 'snake salesman' and the classic 'Marco Polo,' which in a 10 foot pool, isn't nearly as hard as I remember from my youth.
|Happy, medicated Llama with no fever and snakes in the pool.|
12:00 PM: soup for Llama, whose fever is bli ayin hara staying down, and naptime for her, then feverish (ha!) work-email-catchup time for me.
2:30 PM: Llama wakes up, but she is burning up again. The G's are coming over to the use the pool. Their oldest girl, P, sits next to Llama as we encourage her to chug down the Acamol. She chugs it and within about 10 milliseconds, throws it up onto the wedding present throw pillows (now drying outside) and of course, P.
|Right before we talked her into the medicine the first time. I took the picture to show her how miserable she looks and how (see previous picture) happy she'll be once she has medicine! Sigh.|
3:20 PM: I finally convince a tearful Llama to take the medicine again, sipping this time. I keep having to up the ante here. Besides the chocolate treat afterwards (item: after throwing up the last dose, she still ate the reward chocolate), I have to remind her that fevers left untreated could result in hospital visits. Scare tactics? Maybe. You got a better idea?
4:30 PM: Hyper happy Llama, who says things like "I NEVER get to play with any friends when I am sick!"
6 PM: She eats a plate of spaghetti and cottage cheese. Thank the good Lord! Also, she gets another dose of PINK MEDICINE, which is all she wants, of course.
8 PM: tucked into bed, good night!
11:45 PM: Wakes up for the bathroom and to get more water. She is, sadly, still quite feverish. I mention the medicine (Acamol), the alternatives (ibuprofen, suppositories) and she instantly winces into a fetal position and slaps her hand over her mouth and says "No medicine!" I cajole, I offer, and she rolls over in a (fevered) huff, holds up her pinched fingers to me like a cab driver and says, "soon I will have medicine, not now!" and goes back to sleep.
Refua shleima Llams!