Last Shreds Of Sanity

Friday, September 18, 2009

That's IT!! The Diva Is Going To Be "The Girl In The Plastic Bubble"...

The Diva has tonsillitis. She has been in school FOUR days! And she rarely gets sick. The last time was this past Winter. She has had a sniffle here and there since, but nothing that really slows her down. When I picked her up from school yesterday, she said her throat hurt and she had "snots". After we got home from the grocery store {Hey, I have to have food and such for my family}, I told her to lay down and rest. I fed her lunch, which she had no problem eating, and everything seemed fine.

Then she came to me and said "Mommy? I'm sick. You need to take me to the doctor."
She had no fever, but she was all stuffed up. She took a nap for only 20 minutes because the poor thing could hardly breathe! I checked her throat and saw what I did not want to see...evidence of possible strep throat and/or tonsillitis.CRAAAAAAPPPPP!!

We took her to the urgent care, the pediatrician confirmed viral tonsillitis. Luckily, the rapid strep test was negative. He took her off school today and she was simply devastated. She loves her school. I hope she is all better by the end of the week~end so she can go back to school on Monday. My poor baby!

But if that does not happen, I am seriously considering putting her in the plastic bubble{Like John Travolta in that TV movie from the 70's}. She will be protected from everything, including the swine flu. I think it's the perfect option! And considering this school does not disinfect everything, like we were told, and the morning "health check" by the teacher is worthless, I need to be vigilantly proactive. We were told the entire school is extremely regulated on disinfecting everything and preventing the kids from getting sick, especially with the flu and H1N1...yeah, my white Irish ass! Why is my daughter sick, then?

Yes, I know viruses are in the air and can't always be prevented, BUT my baby doesn't get sick that often and the second she gets around other kids, she gets tonsillitis. I'm pretty pissed off about that. Besides the fact that I know, first hand, what chronic, consistent tonsillitis is like. I also know how it feels to have them removed two weeks before your 18th birthday. It was not fun. I started hemorrhaging 5 days after the surgery and had to go to the ER.

H1N1 {Swine Flu} scares the crap out of me! Plus we live in a predominantly Hispanic neighborhood where most of the families travel regularly between the U.S. and Mexico. Oh, and there are complete asshats out there who don't care who they infect...

Prime example:{Thanks to Lisa @ Crazy Adventures In Parenting for this one}

puppylover6464 on twitter

i feel kind of guilty going on a plane today when i'm pretty sure i had/have H1N1...oops.

{She has since deleted her tweet, but thanks to technology and Google, cached pages exist. It's like I always say, "The Internet is forever so watch what you put out there."}

Uh, yeah, NIIIICCCE.

People in general have no regard for anyone but themselves and what will benefit them. Or make them feel they have some power over others. This stuff pisses me off and scares the bejeezuz out of me. I can say I am very glad that my Husband and I no longer have our tonsils because we would all be sicker than dogs right now.

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Monday, August 24, 2009

Sensitive Child Or Hall Monitor?

My daughter , I think, is destined to become a hall monitor. She regularly opens the living room window and yells at the neighbor kids to get out of the street. She yells at people to stop honking their horns, a regular occurrence in our neck of the woods. For some reason, no one can get out of their cars and walk up to someone's door. No, they must lay on the horn, sometimes for 10 minutes, until their intended target hears them. My normal response is, "Your horn blows, do you?" I try not to say it in her presence; honking horns drive me batty.

But I digress...

A couple weeks ago, we were all sitting on the patio enjoying a rare evening summer breeze, when The Diva ran over to see what the neighbors were doing. The next thing we knew, she was crying, yelling at one child to stop hitting the other with a stick. "Stop hitting my friend!" she cried. "You're hurting him!" She did not understand that it was a game and the sticks were "swords". She's four. The boys explained it to her, she understood, then all of a sudden it was funny.

A couple of minutes later, she came running over to me, crying once again{real tears each time}, with a frightened look on her face. She began to tell me that "Big Alex" had been stabbed with a stick, was bleeding and had to go to the hospital. Shocked, I got up to see what was going on. It was another game boys play that she didn't understand. I felt so sorry for her. She was visibly upset, but just as quickly as her tears came, the laughter did, too.

The Diva has an attitude {Shocking, I know!}. She knows what should be done and she is not afraid to tell you when you aren't doing it. She also tells you not to do something with all the inflection and authority of a Mother cautioning her child, hand on her hip and finger wagging! Yes, this is my baby girl.

Does this make her a busy body, a concerned, sensitive child or a know-it-all? Will she outgrow it? Is it really just a phase all children go through? Or has she spent far too much time with only me and not enough with children her own age? I worry about what will happen when she starts school. Will the other children like her or will her "concern" with what everyone else is doing, or not doing, make them ostracize her? Does it simply mean that she desperately wants to belong, be social and have someone other than her parents pay attention to her?

I hope it all goes well. I pray that she can make new friends at school. She is a very social child, she is just not well versed in social graces/interactions with other children. I think that may be my fault, in a way, because she has not been around many others her age.

Funny how this article started out as a anecdotal tale of of my daughters quirks and ended as one about my fears of her not being accepted by her classmates. I guess you never can turn off the Mama thoughts, can you?

If it doesn't all work out, my daughter may very well be The Diva Hall Monitor. But at least she will do it with style and flair, looking fabulous, while wearing ballerina shoes and a crown!

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