Ugh. Matthew started running a fever on Sunday morning. By Monday morning, Steve had it. Late Monday morning, Michaela had it. She cried and said she felt like she had a fever. She did. She asked to go to the doctor. I took her. Doc said we all had influenza, the wicked killer kind that everyone is getting.
He gave Steve and me samples of Tamiflu, and gave me scripts for all three kids, even though Shaya wasn’t sick yet, and neither was I. Our prescription plan sucks ass [$100 deductible per person in the family, with no family maximum. For those of you who are bad at math, or don’t know how many people we have in our family, that’s $500 deductible a year. Heh. We can’t afford that, but whatever.]. The co-pay after the deductible is supposed to be that we pay 40% but that doesn’t happen every time. It’s only certain drugs, and naturally, my family sometimes needs meds that aren’t covered [non-formulary, whatever the fuck that means…I think it means they’re cheap bastards, but that’s just MHO].
So anyway, the bill for Tamiflu for just my kids? $200. If he hadn’t had samples, I couldn’t have gotten Steve’s and my prescriptions filled. That shit’s expensive! And I honestly don’t know if it did anything, but whatever.
Tuesday morning, Shaya was sick. I took care of everyone in the house. By Tuesday evening, Steve was coherent again, as was Matthew. Michaela was getting better, too. Shaya was still dying [she and Michaela threw up with this stuff, Matt had diarrhea and coughed his head off, and Steve was mostly coughing and aching bad enough that he just lay there and moaned most of Tuesday..so not fun for me]
Wednesday evening, after everyone was mostly recovered [except Shaya] the adventure began for me. Aches, pains, some coughing, a little nausea, and today, diarrhea. Let it be known that I hurt like hell, but refused to moan. I even got up in the middle of the night to get my own medicine [it’s easier that way, trust me].
Steven is almost perfect as a husband. His reaction to his own illnesses takes away a couple of ‘perfection points.’ There are a couple of other things that drive me nuts [like why the hell has he been watching Walker, Texas Ranger lately? I think he does it to torture me. That definitely shaves off a couple more points!] but I didn’t come here to tell you this! The Walker thing is actually cute, even though it reaches new levels of annoying [is Chuck Norris the world’s WORST actor or what?!?] And everyone is looking pretty shitty through these flu-dimmed eyes of mine. So don’t take it personally, Stevie. You know how much I love you! [and I did say, truthfully, that he’s almost perfect. Way better than I ever thought of being, which I am currently proving by bitching, eh?].
I’ve been thinking for a while about writing a post, but damn. All I want to do is be a bitch and gripe about stuff. I’ve got snark, sarcasm, and meanness coming out my ears, and rather than plague you nice people with it, I’m going to sigh and sign off for now.
See you soon, I hope!