Showing posts with label mysterious near death illness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mysterious near death illness. Show all posts

Wednesday, 6 July 2011

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Michael Crichton's new medical thriller will be about our holiday

Ill boy

Despite radio silence we've arrived Stateside safe and sound. So many plans we had for swimming, playgrounds, ice cream, excursions, lounging, shopping, sewing (a little bit anyway)... instead we've been stuck down with a mystery illness and we're dropping like flies. Jamie was first five days ago and is still afflicted, me next, then Maia, then Grandma, then Steven, and now Cousin Isla is sporting the telltale husky voice and googly eyes. A fever that oscillates between 100 and 104 deg is not that much fun when the outside temperature is not much less! Hopefully we'll be on the mend soon and I'll finish the Pin-Up Bathing Suit tutorial series and post some pics of my last-minute holiday sewing.... How is everyone else? What have I missed?

Saturday, 13 November 2010

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The Posts that Never Were

Two days ago, I started writing a post about me and Friend Sarah recreating my 12 year old friendship experience complete with snazzy coordinating outfits. Yesterday I started writing a post about a newborn girl who entered the world dramatically in her own living room.

Today, all I can muster is a dramatic representation of our up to date family portrait:


From left to right.

Jamie- Chicken pox. Or not chicken pox. Medical opinion is divided. Please note smile. These pox don't itch, they're merely exciting.

Me- The Mother of All Sinus Infections. Please note irritation to all areas of face.

Maia- Crying because she does not have Chicken Pox like Jamie. Please note model hair and multicoloured eyes.

Steven- Happy because he's going to the football. Please note how his smile is so big it creates eye crinkles.

Saturday, 15 August 2009

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Photo diaries and exhibitionists: Part Three

Courtesy of Steven, I have a lot of photographic proof of what the children got up to from Sunday to Wednesday. They went boating with Grandma and Grandpa:

They devoted themselves to Isla:


They went to more playgrounds and pooed:


They posed at monuments without knowing why:


They hung out with baby animals:


There is no photographic record of what I got up to from Sunday to Wednesday. If I was to wager a guess as to what picture best represented my activities, especially on Sunday and Monday, it would probably look something like this:

Exorcist Pictures, Images and Photos

Although definitely less religious in nature, and hopefully more benign. Raging with a fever in excess of 102deg, I was speaking in tongues and sermonising to my mother my theories onto why my skeleton hurt. The kids made frequent visits with their doctor's kits asking if I 'felt better yet', but in the end the entire family skeddaddled for most of the daylight hours and left me to writhe and cough in peace. Sunday became Monday and Monday became Tuesday. On Tuesday I felt brave enough to move my camp from the bedroom to the living room couch. Awoke from a daytime slumber by a knock on the door, I met a neighbour who quite alarmingly said, 'Sorry to wake you again.' Again, as in he awoke me another time. That I don't remember. On one of the days I only writhed around in my underwear. I can only imagine what type of conversation we had the first time, with me in my wild-eyed, unkempt, nonsensical and guttural glory.

Come Wednesday, it was time to return to Connecticut. Luckily for Steven, my condition had improved enough that I was able to travel in the car with the kids for the epic journey. Unluckily for Mom and and kids, my temperament had not improved and although I was a fairly capable Snackmaster, I was a lackluster and irritable Entertainment Executive.

The End. I appreciate that this is a rather abrupt ending, but I didn't want to drag my illness onto yet another installment. I am mostly better, I'm not sure what it was, but thankfully no one else seems to have caught it despite my Ebola-esque symptoms.
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Lovefests and Playgrounds: Part Two


Things started so well. The house on the lake, and the lake itself, were beautiful. From the moment me and Baby Calvin clapped eyes on each other, it was True Love. We immediately set about starting a Mutual Appreciation Club with only two members (although Jamie and Maia would like to be members too).


He's even more gorgeous and good-natured than I'd imagined, and he's so chubby his knees look like big muffins. He clearly adores me, and he thinks that everything I say is hilarious, even if I am telling him that we can't be together because of the age difference and shared genetic material. The first 24 hours in Vermont passed without incidence. Jamie, Maia and Isla were getting on famously and life couldn't have been better. Well, it could have if Paypal was willing to let me spend my own money but we'll not dwell on that.


Steven and I and the kids took the next stop on our 2009 New England Playground tour on Saturday afternoon while Isla was napping. Other parents are proud of their progeny's 100% attendance record at school. I'm proud of my children's 100% Poo to Playground Ratio, coming in at an impressive three for three for each of them in Vermont alone. Nothing is more certain to send Maia scuttling inside the monkey bars for some privacy, or Jamie in the Portoloo or forest, than a good playground. Daily ablutions complete, we went back to the car to return to the lakehouse.


But something else was afoot... By the time we got back, my legs were covered in goosebumps despite the heat. My joints were achy, my skin tingly and sensitive, even my scalp hurt. Feeling sorry for myself, I retired to bed with a book after the kids were asleep. I gave Steven instructions to come and fetch me when dinner was ready. None of us knew this would be the last lucid message from me for awhile.


To be continued....

Thursday, 13 August 2009

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Road trips and Anthrax Deer: Part One

Maybe you've been wondering where I've been... Why have I been neglecting you? Why haven't I been updating you with my silly sunburn? How are my lady bits coping with the fluconazole moratorium? Have I encountered any extreme weather systems? I'm sure there are a million questions you want to ask me.

From Friday past to Wednesday evening I was in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont. That's right up on the border with Canada, and I should just say that I wasn't in the best mind frame to go away to the Canadian border for five days. Paypal had suspended my account the night before for using my own money abroad (yes, I am very cheeky) and I'd tearfully fought a pointless phone battle with them in Luxembourg in the morning to reinstate my account and pay all the people that were waiting. I had countless fabric orders stalled and they possibly wouldn't be able to be shipped in time for me to bring back to the UK. And the lakehouse we were borrowing from family friends did not have internet access so I couldn't continue my campaign to pay people. But nevermind, there was a local WIFI cafe and we were meeting the delectable Baby Calvin for the first time and catching up with the adorable Isla so I did have some things to spur me on.

Me and Mom had the pleasure of Jamie and Maia's company on the full day's drive, so to allow us frequent opportunities to do primal screams in the forest stretch our legs we had to make plenty of stops. Like at a second hand children's shop, where we bought a strangely alluring Mr Potatohead for Jamie and a gigantic grab bag of mixed ponies for Maia. Her new pony troops successfully (success being hers not ours) kept her stimulated and awake in the car for the next five days, which I suspect has something to do with this menacing pony:


Or this freaky deer made of real deer hide:


Or human hide a la Silence of the Lambs. It's just that freaky. I tried to keep that one well away from Maia, so it nestled at my feet. I joked to mom that the raw hide would probably give me anthrax.

To be continued...