I rarely get sick. Kristin gets sick and I stay stalwart. Over and over during the years she has gotten deathly ill and even though virulently contagious I don't even get a sniffle. I don't even bother not kissing her because I figure that by the time she shows symptoms I've already been exposed and if I'm going to get it, then it's already too late. But I rarely ever get sick. Aside from the occasional killer migraine.
Thank god, because we're knee deep in diarrhea over here.
Kristin got a stomach bug Monday. And Julia came down with it on Tuesday and it's still going strong in her today. The doctor told us to take her off dairy till this clears up, but she refuses to drink the soy formula. She's been existing on oatmeal, toast, saltines, fresh fruit (but not bananas) and a lot of water and rehydrating powder. The poor thing. At least I don't have to worry about getting this thing, though.
Not that I haven't been washing my hands like Lady Macbeth.
Oh yeah, and we found out that Julia is allergic to illins. You know: penicillin, amoxicillin, keflex. I guess that's not an illin. But it's too close. Kristin's allergic to the illins, too, and last month she went in for antibiotics and the doctor gave her keflex. She broke out in pus-filled blisters all over. Now my poor baby has those same pus-filled blisters. She just finished a course of amoxicillin for an ear infection.
Funny, though, our day care provider kept telling us that there was no way that her blisters were an allergic reaction. "Allergies don't behave that way. They don't get pussy." Oh yeah? Well, I know different. I'm just glad that we caught this now. I'm just glad that we didn't find this out after a serious illness and I.V. illins.
Her blisters are nearly gone now. Hopefully we'll never see them again.