I thought I had a post started in drafts....

I guess not.

It's been a week. One of those weeks.

Lets see... it started, although I didn't know it at the time, with a complaint of a sore throat last Sunday (not the one that just passed, the one before). We'd spent the day skating and such and after dinner the girlie told me that her throat was bothering her. It was a busy Sunday which had followed a busy Saturday so I chalked it up to exhaustion, gave her some motrin before bed and forgot all about it.

Fast Forward: 9:50 p.m. Monday Night (i.e. last ten minutes of Heroes). She jumps out of bed and heads into the living room instead of the bathroom. Let's just say I spent the last ten minutes of Heroes scrubbing my carpet.

She threw up a few times on Tuesday and during the day on Wednesday. By Wednesday night though, the poor girl, she was s.i.c.k. sick. She hadn't really kept anything down since this whole thing started and I kept thinking 48 hours and it should be out of her system. It so wasn't. When we went to the pediatrician's on Thursday (where she basically just laid on the table and threw up a few times into their trash can) morning he wanted her admitted to the hospital - immediately. She had lost 12% of her body weight - in four days. So, my poor baby, we got her all checked in and IV'd up and there we sat. Tons and tons of fluids and lots of Nickelodeon. When it became clear that the puking wasn't going to stop she got some anti-nausea medication that worked wonders.

As a side note, to add to my mini-drama - my cell phone wouldn't work in the hospital and seeing that I had only one battery bar left...I shut it off and figured I'd keep it for the ride home. I tried to call the husband who had left for a four day fishing trip on Thursday morning, no luck. The hospital phone service A. couldn't charge a call to my Vonage telephone number or any cell phone number and B. wouldn't charge a third party call to a credit card. Nice. The nurse was nice enough to let me use the regular phone but I've gotta tell yeh...trying to arrange the rest of my life without a direct line to the outside world...was tough. Plus, my mom, who truth be told, is not the most maternal sort...well she just kind of stunned me with her ways. And while he was in Maine? My husband's water pump broke on his truck (and we are thanking god now he didn't decide to come home on Thursday night - broken down in Maine with a bunch of guys to help you is much, much better than being broken down somewhere on the highway in the dark, by yourself). But still, it was 15 below zero outside when they were fixing it. Oh, and on Sunday - when he woke up - he was sick too, with some Noravirus or something (or so says the doctor).

Anyhow, it ended up being strep with a side order of dehydration. It's amazing how fast your world can shrink down to where the most important thing is keeping 1 oz. of fluid down or debating whether you really need three wet wipes for her to get a clean urine sample.

She came home Friday evening and with one dose of antibiotic in her and some good ole fashioned chicken broth...she was well on her way to recovery.

Except for Saturday. When she got hives all on the tops of her feet. And then Sunday, with the girlie seemingly fine, we leave for hockey. Look At My Hands! She says as we're on our way. All red and hivey. I stop at the pharmacy, get some anti-inch stuff and some antihistimine spray and head to the rink. For a double header. The hives go away after a bit, as is the way with these things and again...she seems fine. That night though, I see them on her legs and arms so I give her some benadryl and snug her up in bed. Monday she is riddled with them. I call the doctor and get an appointment for later in the day...as a bonus I've noticed another rash is coming up...this one isn't itchy and is dark reddish with blotchy circles.

The doctor, who isn't one I normally see anymore because he's a bit of an alarmist...well, he alarms me. They're thinking the hives are an allergy to Zithromax (she's already allergic to Penecillin *sigh*) Lesions like these could be "askdjf;arejkdfjasakg" (insert the name of something I didn't even understand and couldn't possibly remember) and could form on her internal organs and let's get some blood work to make sure her kidneys are still functioning okay.

Gulp.

So yesterday evening it was more blood work and a pee sample and the eternal crossing of the fingers. I really think she's okay and the labs must've been fine because they haven't called me back. I balanced out the blood draw with a trip to Build a Bear. She had a rather large gift card but I had told her that she couldn't buy a bear, just outfits...she was okay with that but she was bumming. After the blood thing, I gave in, she got herself a bear and an outfit plus I got her new bear a set of pajamas and some sneakers. Getting rid of the crummies with a trip to her favorite store on earth...best medicine ever.

She goes for a recheck tomorrow. Like I said, I'm thinking she's okay...that this is just a strep reaction but gawd, whatta week.