Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Baby got teeth

So, N cut his very first tooth today. Just a tiny little speck peeking out from his bottom gums, but sharp as all get out. No wonder he was acting so grumpy. His cheeks are all red, and he's been lapping up the Tylenol. Quite inconsollable. Sure must hurt him. Hurts me too. Every time he bites.

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I'm still pretty sick. The cough has turned bad. I'll omit details, because it's gross and nobody really wants to read the finer points about what you coughed up today. But it's been rough, and I'm really tired, and then I started fearing really bad stuff, because that's what you do when you're displaying truly awful symptomology for more than a few days. So I headed to a walk-in clinic this evening to get things checked out. Two hours later, we knew with certainty that it's nothing especially horrible. But it's not just the common cold either. I've got bronchitis. So I have an antibiotic, and some Codeine cough syrup, and I'll hopefully be feeling better in a few days. Chest x-ray scheduled for the new year, just to make sure things are okay because ... well ... gross details omitted again. But I'm sure the x-ray will be all clear, and everything will be just fine.

("Am I contagious?", I asked. "No. You're infectious", came the doctor's reply. I just love semantics, don't you?)

I got home from the doctor after picking up my antibiotic. I told H I have bronchitis. That's why I've been so sick. That's why my energy has been shot. I want to take my drugs and pass out now, so I can get better. H responded to my glassy-eyed stare by telling me that he's just exhausted tonight, and then asking me to please put both kids to bed and help him carry J's big Christmas present down to the basement before taking the smaller one down by myself, and also, could I please wash the dishes and cook up those pork chops tomorrow. Then he proceeded to lay down on the couch and watch an episode of Law & Order before having a leisurely bath and going to bed before me.

I didn't even kill him a little bit. Too tired. Maybe tomorrow.

12 comments:

Michelle said...

Oh dear, I think I just had homicidal thoughts about your husband. I hope he gets his ass in gear and helps you out.
I really hope you feel better soon. On the upside, the antibiotics usually kick in after a couple of days and that helps...
Just let me know where to send the chicken soup m'kay?

Michelle said...

Oh! And congrats on the tooth!!! (Poor little one.)

goodfather said...

Feel better soon! Last time I went to the Dr, he told me I was infectious AND contagious. He said, 'Think Typhoid Goodfather.' I'm still not sure what that means.

We're cutting teeth here too. Not fun, but so much of a relief when the teeth are through. We bought the Costco-sized Ambesol :D

Captain Dumbass said...

The joys of new teeth. While you're sick to boot. Good times.

Heinous said...

The tooth thing was one long tylenol session for us. It's rough on the little ones.

Wow, I wouldn't have a set left if I pulled that one. I wouldn't think of it either, but still...

At least you have codeine to take you away. It's good stuff.

Cameron said...

Oooh, fun stuff. Cutting teeth is the pits, and the sickness on top of it? It's been going around, I'm glad to be done with it (hopefully for a while). Get better!

Mama Kat said...

We can do peanut butter...send it my way!!

mamakatslosinit@gmail.com

Momma Trish said...

Michelle - I'm still having those thoughts, but it's been not too bad today. Hopefully the antibiotics work their magic.

GF - Typhoid?! Lovely! (Note to self: Get Costco-sized Ambesol.)

Cap'n - Indeed.

Heinous - Amazingly, he lives. Still. The Codeine helps.

Cameron - Workin' on it.

Mama Kat - Have emailed you the recipe, along with a few links I found. I hope the gluten-free egg-free diet gets easier for your little ones.

Shelle-BlokThoughts said...

Okay...H totally is getting the evil eye from me right now!

I wish I could have given you some noodle soup and put you into a warm bed...

I'm all about service!

I'm glad you don't wear high heeled flip flops in the artic...or even knew about them...

believe me when I say...they are not ALL THAT!

Rhea said...

Oh, man, let me at him! I'll teach him how to pamper his poor sick wife. Men don't get it sometimes.

I'm sorry you're so sick. And have a cranky tooth growing baby with you.

I'm glad you went to the clinic and are on meds. You'll start feeling better in a couple of days for sure.

mrsmouthy said...

Divorce! Divorce!

Kidding. And while it sucks you have bronchitis, doesn't it feel a little better knowing it's something big that you've been weathering, and not just a cold that had you down?

Momma Trish said...

Shelle - High heeled flip flops look really weird, judging from the picture you posted!

Rhea - No, men really don't get it.

mrsmouthy - Yeah. If it were just a cold, I'd feel pretty wimpy right about now. I kind of knew it was bronchitis, though. Most unpleasant!