It's been a rough week in our house.
First off, of course, was trying to get everything back in order after having our floors refinished last weekend. Thank goodness our nephews were staying with us, because they were able to watch Dylan while Bill and I cleaned the dust off all the walls, floors, cabinets, etc. and brought back all the downstairs furniture. This essentially took all weekend, and the house is still not completely in order.
I know, it's been a week now. So why is the house not back to its normal state? Well, it's because everybody has been sick. And I mean everybody. Here is a recap of my week so far:
On Sunday, I pick Aimee up from my mother-in-law's house to notice she had scratched a little growth on her neck to the point of making it all bloody and sore [these growths are common in older dogs and our vet recommended we only have them removed if she was scratching them or they seemed to be bothering her], so I take her to the vet on Monday afternoon. They give her a local anesthetic and remove the growth, which leaves her with a bald patch and 5 stitches on her neck. The vet wraps the incision up and prescribes her an antibiotic for the next ten days.
On Monday night, I notice Dylan's cold - which he has been nursing for a while now - has taken a turn for the worse. He has a really nasty cough and his poor nose is super clogged up, so off we go to the pediatrician on Tuesday morning. She puts him on an antibiotic for the next ten days.
Dylan's cough is so bad Tuesday night that he could not go to sleep until 11:30 pm. The poor kid would fall asleep, then start coughing so much that he'd wake himself up. At one point he was coughing so hard that he threw up all over his bed - the first time ever in his life that he actually projectile-vomited (as opposed to just spit-up). Of course this freaked both him and me out so much that after putting his bedding in the wash I took him with me to my bedroom [Bill was out of town], where we watched TV until his little body succumbed to sleep. He woke up a few times throughout the night, and I was so worried about him that I could not fall asleep at all.
Meanwhile, Aimee - also in the room with us so I can keep an eye on her - has scratched herself so much that she ripped through the bandage the vet put around her neck and is making her incision bleed. Of course, I don't have the same kind of bandage they do at the vet so I put a gauze pad on her incision site and loosely wrap an ace bandage around her neck. Then out comes the big blue lampshade cone to prevent her from scratching herself. It has done the trick, but Aimee has been none too happy with me for the rest of the week.
I keep Dylan home from school on Wednesday and to look at him nobody would be able to tell that he'd had such a rough night. The kid was happy and energetic and ate just about everything in sight!
Bill got in from out of town late Wednesday afternoon complaining of stomach pains.
When I come downstairs after putting Dylan to bed, Bill asks me to take his temperature. Sure enough, he has a fever. The poor guy is burning up, but in typical man mode, refuses to take any medication and just suffers through it. So now I am worried about Aimee, Dylan and Bill. You can imagine the kind of sleep I got that night.
Thankfully, Dylan sleeps through the night without waking up or coughing once, and on Thursday he is well enough to go back to school. Bill manages to rally enough that we can go to the city late Thursday afternoon to go to a delicious Indian dinner and then to a taping of "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me" (to which we'd had tickets for several weeks now), while my mother-in-law watches Dylan. We have a great evening, and a much needed escape after the previous nights.
It is now Friday morning and Bill, Dylan, and Aimee all seem to be getting better, but I have woken up with an achy body, lack of energy, and a stuffy nose. I hate to say it, but...I think I'm getting sick.