September 23, 2009

Oink! Oink!

Long day. I'm beat.

Kids. Work. Swine Flu.

Just a normal day.

My eldest son has the Swine Flu and is home for the rest of the week. He woke up this morning feeling miserable. I had him stay home knowing that something was running around school... 3/4 of his Eastern Western Civ class was out yesterday, 1/2 of one of the Geometry classes was out on Monday.

Two weeks ago one of the local high schools had to cancel the game as the entire team had the swine flu.

So I had him stay home because, "Mom, my throat hurts, I have a headache and my eyes hurt..." with the instructions to call me when he got out of bed.

At 10:00 he called, I had him take his temp, it was 101 and I knew then he had it. I took him in and it was confirmed.

This is the deal... they do not test for swine flu. They test for influenza A and as the swine flu is a subset, they then assume that's what you have.

The test? My son can't imagine who in the hell thinks of these tests. They take this skinny swab and stick it WAY up in your nose, I mean sinus cavity high, I mean makes you sneeze with that one eye watering "HIGH".

He said to me, "Mom! Who?! WHO! For the flu, they jab this thing up your nose. And for strep throat, "Hey, let's stab the guy in the throat". WHO thinks of these tests?"

So now he is 'Swine Boy'. The only reason he's on the flu meds is because he had pneumonia 14 months ago. Respiratory issues are more prevalent with this flu if you have a compromised respiratory system in general... and as the doctor said, "He's borderline. Let's just do it."

KACHING! $85.

I asked the doctor, "What is the probability that this is going to run through my house?"

His answer? "Decent."

I have a frickin' HUGE project that I'm working on that is due on Tuesday. HUGE. BIG. Good Lord BIG.

I'm going in tomorrow to scramble to get it finished or at least in hand off condition in the event I get sick.

Just a normal average day in the House of Bou.

(So far symptoms are low grade fever with cold symptoms, the urge to sleep, thirst... and a craving for brocolli with a side of chocolate chip cookies.)

Posted by Boudicca at September 23, 2009 09:28 PM
Comments

Hope he gets better quickly Bou, and that the rest of you stay healthy.

Posted by: Amanda at September 23, 2009 10:04 PM

So ... you wash your hands, use throw away tissues for sneezing, ... and use Lysol as your perfume.

I note that Sams Club and Costco have the quart sized pump hand sanitizer for sale. I wonder why.

In our neck of the woods, one of the DeVos boys got bored and started ArtPrize.

More info available at the GR Press with the maps here, here, and here.

Turned the town into a two by two mile long canvas of art. Traffic was crazy this evening with the opening and all when I picked up my son from Art College.

Posted by: The Thomas at September 23, 2009 10:44 PM

Oh, no!!!

Posted by: PeggyU at September 24, 2009 02:29 AM

Normally I just sneer at the flu season, particularly at all the Chicken Littles screaming we're all gonna diiieee from swine flu. But having a baby not quite six weeks old in the house makes me a little extra wary.

Posted by: diamond dave at September 24, 2009 06:40 AM

Eeek! Swine flu?! I have a big fear of The Flu. One of my jobs is as a chauffeur for a 13 year old boy. It seems that whenever he gets sick, I get sick. And his parents don't seem to mind letting him out in public when he is totally contagious. Erf!

My mantra has become "wash hands, wash hands, wash hands!" I never used to believe in hand sanitizer, but now I have it with me everywhere I go!

I swear, all children are just little walking bundles of infectious disease!

I hope your son gets well soon and that you and the rest of the family stay immune. I'll say a quick prayer and send good thoughts your way.

Posted by: DogsDontPurr at September 24, 2009 08:48 PM

Great... now I'm going to catch Swine Flu from this post :-P

Posted by: Harvey at September 25, 2009 10:26 PM

Hope swine boy is feeling better, soon!

Posted by: JihadGene at September 26, 2009 10:34 AM