A Close Call

 I don't know why, but I just feel like it has been non-stop drama the past 2 months.  And not good drama, like "Hey! You won the lottery!"

It started with Eva's hand, skiing.  We thought we dodged a bullet, then got a phone call that the bone professional just isn't quite sure if it is broken or not.  Talk about a false positive!

Then the day after hiking with our friends, Dylan complained his head hurt.  He said he went to the nurse.  She said he must have bruised it, and gave him an ice pack.  

Dylan was telling me this, and it just didn't add up.  "When did you hit your head?"  I asked.  Knowing Dylan, it is entirely possible just walking through a doorway.  "I didn't!" he assured me.  I came home, looked at his head, and found a tick lodged in the side of his temple.  

I waved to my friends at the desk in the emergency room as I entered.  This time I decided, well, I might as well download the app.  We are here enough.  

Little did I know we would be back in a week.

Well, I mean, why wouldn't we?

In the meantime however, Gizzy took a turn and had his cojones removed.  

Anyway, he sported a very fashionable plastic cone for 10 days.  It did not seem to bother him in the least.  In fact, he was rockin' it because it gave him extra protection against the cat.

Which, the whole procedure was a joke anyway, and I want my money back because I came home to him humping the cat today.  

There IS a point to this rant.  I was just building background.

Around Wednesday, Eva started saying her throat hurt.  I made her some tea.  Thursday, she kept talking about how much she needed to blow her nose.  

Always the simpathetic heart, I told her to suck it up.  You have a cold.  You'll be fine.  

Well don't I feel like an ass on Saturday night when she spikes a fever. 

I do not jump the gun; neither of my kids have been tested yet for COVID.  Just because her throat hurt I wasn't about to start screaming "CORONA!!"

But then I started second guessing myself.  The fever broke through the night.  I slept on the floor next to her bed, paranoid now that she would stop breathing.  It weirdly brought me back to every terrible memory of when Dyleva was sick.  

Jeff took her to be tested the next morning.  I was nervous, because the result would affect our entire family the next 10 days.  

It was NEGATIVE!

Thank you, Thank you.

Stupid Lancaster Central Schools, forcing all kids to come back full-time.  

What did we think would happen? It's been one week!