We just cannot keep everyone well around here. Just when it seems like we're finally getting a clean bill of health, something new and exciting comes up! Friday Naia came home from school with some bumps on her face. Nothing major, just looked kind of like a couple of pimples. I didn't think too much about it. By Monday, one of the bumps was pus filled and had popped and was crusty. Making me think, oh great, chicken pox. But this morning it was slightly better, and there were no new bumps, just the same few from Friday. And her nose was irritated with a bump or sore in there, but Naia is a major nose picker so again, just thought she had irritated it.
Last night Brent came home from work feeling sickly. We've heard the flu is going around here, so we thought, flu. This morning I made him an appointment. We go in and they do a flu test. have you ever had a flu test? That was painful just to watch and know what was happening. They still a mascara brush looking thing up into your nose until "you meet resistance" then twist it a few times. Ouch. Then they drew blood. Flu test came back negative. Thought it might be tonsilitis, but nothing going on there. So they decide to do a chest x ray. Brent has bronchial pneumonia. How in the heck did he get that???? While I'm waiting on Brent to get his xrays done I talk to the doctor about Naia. He said, go get her from school, that sounds like chicken pox. SO I go get her and bring her back and it's not chicken pox....it's impetigo. YUCK. Again, how?
Our house must be a breeding ground for germs! I called our housekeeper, who is also a good friend, and told her not to come anywhere near our house today! Her daughter is having surgery this week and I didn't even want to risk them getting any germs from our house! Poor Naia is missing her St. Patrick's Day party at school today. She will also most likely miss her Team Kid party at church tomorrow night. Although by then she will have been on antibiotics for 24 hours, so we'll see what the pharmacist says about being contagious still. Poor baby. Of all weeks for her to be sickly. And Brent missing work again is never a good thing. He'll miss at least today and maybe even tomorrow. He can't even sit up for very long without getting really weak and sickly. Our house might as well be called the infirmary!