A quick run-down of our May health experiences.
My little feller turned two on May 9. His parents threw him a bday party, but called me the day before: They were both really sick, daddy with aches and fever, mama with aches, fever, vomiting and diarrhea. I went over the day before the party to help get the wee one to bed, and bring them gatorade, tucks wipes, and OTC pain killer. That was May 8. Orion never did get sick, so they assumed it was food poisoning. We think they were wrong BECAUSE....
On May 9, they were feeling better. Wylie stopped by on his lunch hour to say happy birthday, and he let Orion fish some ice nuggets out of his jug. That night, Wylie came down sick. Vomiting and diarrhea with mild fever. He felt better enough to go to work on May 10, a Friday.
On Monday, May 13 I felt ill enough at work that I went home an hour early. I spiked a fever once home, and measured my temp at 102.1 which for me, whose normal body temp is usually about 97.7 not 98.6, I counted at actually 103. That is a HIGH fever. I stayed home the next day, Tuesday. My mom talked me into staying home the third day, Wednesday, as well. I was feeling almost 100% but the rest was VERY restorative. (I never threw up, nor did I have diarrhea. However, I completely lost my appetite. Didn't eat much at all for three days)
On Tuesday, Wylie mentioned that his "outie" belly button (aka hernia) felt different, and he also noticed some pain along his side. By Wednesday night (actually 3 a.m. on Thursday) he was ready for the ER. Drove himself, and I followed him there about an hour later, just before they took him to his surgery. It was omentum that had gotten into the tiny hernia, we figure from the abdominal force of all the throwing up he did the day he was sick.
They sent us home with instructions for light duty at work. That was Thursday, May 16. Wylie is a fast healer, and was on his feet pretty well. He mowed the lawn; I lifted and emptied the grass catcher on Sunday. Less than a week later, on Tuesday May 28, we were puttering around in the yard. It was cool, and it was dusk, and the beehives were silent with nary a bee outside, so he thought he'd show me how the bees were flourishing. hahahaha.
not.
And they flew at us with wrath and great stings, entangling themselves in my hair, stinging me on the lip and Wylie on the cheek. He spent some time picking bees out of my hair, then I noticed the stinger was still in his face, so I got it out of there. We have both been stung by bees, having grown up in the 60's when going barefoot all summer long was THE thing, so we didn't think anything of it. Until the morning of Wednesday, May 29. I was already awake, having some alone time in the front room when Wylie came out of the bedroom and said "I have a problem" I said "what's up?" and took my face out of my phone to look at him.
The entire side of his face was swollen, from his temple to his jaw. He looked like a cartoon character, no lie! So he stayed home from work, saying "When am I gonna get a break?"
That was Weds May 29.
Yesterday, the dog knocked me down rushing through the corridor as we were heading outside. It was far more hurt ego than hurt anything else, but it wasn't fun going down like that. I took a few pictures from the wall with me, though so I guess that part was okay
And last night, as we were falling asleep, my poor dear Wylie suddenly got cramps in his inner thigh muscle! First one leg, then the other, for about 20 minutes. The agony of a charlie horse in those abductor/adductor muscles is not to be brushed off. I've had it one time and hope never to go through it again. It is worse for men due to their boy bits being right there in the vicinity of the cramping. He was up and pacing, gasping in pain and nothing I could do for him. He didn't even want me to get pickle juice or a banana for him.
And I begin to wonder what's next, eh?