Slowly Getting Better.....

I still don't want to eat much, and I'm sure Mommy and Daddy wish I would drink more liquids, but I'm getting a little more active now. Hopefully the worst of it has passed.

I spend a lot of time cuddling, but I've gotten up and wandered around the house a bit. For now, Mommy's kitchen pots and pans are safe.

At Least I Don't Repeat Myself, Right?

Already been there, done that with an ear infection and strep throat, so I thought I'd give tonsillitis a spin. Mommy is quite familiar with this, since she had a tonsillectomy when she was five. She still apparently has a little bit of hearing loss from her bouts with it way back when.

Tonsillitis is the worst one yet. Since I have the kind caused by a virus, antibiotics would be pointless (and probably really yucky!)

I just wouldn't eat today, except for the Weight Watchers ice cream bar that Daddy got me to gobble down, and maybe seven cheerios. I even refused animal crackers and vanilla yogurt, which never happens.

I also have been refusing to drink any liquids, so Mommy and Daddy have been taking turns using an old Tylenol dropper to squirt water and LiquiLyte into my mouth a milliliter at a time. You could tell when I got another eyedropper full of liquid, since I howled and screamed every time. Mommy held me down while Daddy gave me the liquid at first, since I refused to submit to this voluntarily.

I puked up the LiquiLyte once, and my fever went close to 103, so Mommy and Daddy came this close to taking me to the hospital for an IV. I was pretty dehydrated, but fortunately I managed to soak a diaper before 8 pm. If I hadn't, Mommy and Daddy were going to have to figure out fast where the closest hospital to North Liberty was so they could start me on an IV.

(Don't worry, they figured it out for future reference. Fortunately, it's apparently a pretty good one, and there is a children's hospital there, too. At least, that's what they say. Here's hoping we never have to find out for real.)

I've never been this sick before, and never saw Mommy and Daddy get so worried about me.

Looks like this coming week is going to be a quiet one at home with Mommy, watching some Animal Planet and slowly getting my strength back. Story Time and play time at the recreation center will have to wait for a while. Dr Reinerston says that I should be over the worst of it within a week. All my parents can do for me right now is give me Tylenol, get whatever fluids they can down my throat and see if they can eventually tempt me with fruit juice bars, vanilla yogurt and maybe chocolate pudding.

I think I'll let Mommy know I'm feeling better in a most creative way. Yes.....rearranging her spice drawer all over the first floor would be a perfect way to do just that. But for now I have to rest and cuddle up with Quackers.

Update on My Girl Back Home

Yep, my girl Brianna is having a rough time. First she got a diagnosis of mono, and today she ended up going to the hospital with pneumonia.

She's resting now. Maybe tomorrow we'll get to talk.

I hope she gets better soon!

Welcome to Iowa.....cough, spit, hack!

Wish we could say that we have found Iowa enchanting so far. But for the most part, we have all been trapped inside with a vicious virus that won't give up.

I blazed the trail by getting sick first. Yep, it was the first thing on my "to do" list here. The fact that the movers "lost" my medical records on Mommy made it even more urgent that I get that done.

Now, the people at the urgent care facility were nice. But I was over the whole thing by the first hour or so. I was sick, after all. How long do they expect me to look cute in my little tan corduroy jacket, anyway??

Yeah, I lost my temper. Sorry about that.

The lady was nice when we finally got in, though. She said I had an upper respiratory infection, and that Mommy and Daddy had to keep me hydrated and comfortable. There was some other things she said, but I was too busy beating on a board book in the examination room to pay attention. Good thing I brought Mommy along to take notes. (Having a personal assistant on call 24 hours is terrific!)

Oh, almost forgot....got to step on the big kids scale for the first time! I'm 25 1/2 pounds!

Unfortunately....I got sicker. I was hacking and coughing all weekend. Mommy finally found my medical records, and she got me an appointment with a nice doctor in downtown Cedar Rapids. We even made it to the appointment only five minutes late, after Mommy got lost in St Luke's Hospital trying to find the office! Not bad under the circumstances, since Mommy was sick by then, too.

This doctor's office is a lot different than Dr Farid's back in Melbourne. I think there are like twelve doctors in this practice. There were four receptionists and at least three cashiers. The waiting area was about as big as Cedar Rapids' airport waiting area before you go through TSA.

I could tell Dr Reinerston was waiting all day to see me. He just had that smile. Naturally, I didn't cough at all around him and was a perfect little angel. If he wouldn't have used the stethoscope on me I don't think he could have known I was sick. This time I got a prescription, and Mommy took me home for my nap.

After I woke up somewhat refreshed, Mommy took me to Coralville to get the prescription. Wouldn't you know that the email never got to them?

We ended up waiting an hour and a half for it to get there. I decided to help speed things up by throwing a fit. It worked! Right after I was done, it magically was ready!

I do have to give props to Mommy, though. She asked them what my prescription tasted like before we left. Instead of spending the money on her Diet Coke, she spent it on my prescription so it would sorta/kinda taste like cherries. Anyway, she said it tasted like cherries. (I don't know, never had any....) It would have been horrible without it, I'm sure.

Daddy wasn't sure the drugs were working, but then he got sick too. His doctor put him on the same thing I was on! Is that funny or what?

Mommy must be tough. All she took was Nyquil. She said that tastes like cherries, too.

I guess everything either tastes like chicken or cherries.

I'm ok now. Mommy's got the occasional hacking thing going on. Daddy went back to work after being off for two days. And the snow is pretty much gone.

But it's still in the forties here and Mommy won't let me out. (I did get out once, in the backyard, when Mommy didn't close the door tightly after letting Cookie back in. I slipped on the ice on the patio, right onto my butt. I only hurt my pride.)

This place does get warm weather, right?