I hope I got all of the cheese out from under my fingernail. I hate the feel of processed slice cheese, but children #3 and 4 will eat it so we buy it. :) I was cleaning the highchair tray and got some stuck under my fingernail, ugh. I think it's gone now.
Well, I've been kind of MIA on my blog (did anyone notice? Bueller, Bueller, Bueller?) I need to give a quick shout out to Michelle (http://thisonesforthegirls.wordpress.com/). She said she'd be reading!! :) We've been trying to get our house ready to sell (yes, we've been doing this for months now) so I've been busy organizing and decluttering. But last week other events took over our lives.
Our oldest had a "boil" and a friend's sister-in-law (she's a nurse) advised us to see the doctor. So on Wednesday (a week and a half ago) we went and she started on an antibiotic. (Apparently, yesterday's boil is today's staph infection! Who knew?) Thursday night she threw up twice and was breathing funny. Hubby and I were watching a movie (and it was midnight) but I knew she needed to go to the ER. So I packed her up and hubby went to bed.
The ER wasn't very busy (praise God) so we got right in. They drew blood and ordered a chest x-ray. She went to the bathroom a couple of times, we came back to our "room" and the nurse asked if I'd seen the doctor. I said no, and she said they needed to start an IV. I thought ok, so there is something going on!
Then the doctor came and talked to me, what I thought was possibly an allergic reaction to the antibiotic was something much more serious.
To be continued . . .