Pink Eye

The Purple Dragon appears to have pink-eye (conjunctivitis) today. She says that her eye doesn't hurt, but it looks a mess with lots of greenish discharge. Yuck.

One of the reasons that I don't like pink-eye is because it's one of those highly-contagious diseases that means you should keep your child home so that the rest of the preschool doesn't get sick, resulting in a seemingly never-ending cycle of pink-eye. The problem with this, is that your child doesn't feel sick and so they don't understand why they are stuck at home with goop coming out of their eye.

*sigh*

I've called her doctor, and am waiting for a return call which will hopefully occur soon. I know that it can clear up on its own, and I also know that it could require antibiotics. But seriously, how do you know which one it is? It's not like there's a test that you can do (like Strep) - a doctor just looks at it and makes a judgement call.

Right now I am thinking that if she's not sick enough to be on antibiotics, she's not sick enough to stay home. I also realize that this line of thinking is absolutely faulty logic - but it's how I'm feeling.

On top of it all, the realization that this might be pink-eye didn't hit me until we were in Sacrament Meeting -- which is after Primary. Hopefully the children in her class won't get it. Pretty unlikely me thinks, The Purple Dragon usually keeps to herself.

At any rate, I hope we get this mess cleared up soon.

Cantankerous!

I am usually cheerful, but the past few days I have been cantankerous. I get mad at people, and I'm not afraid to yell at them so they know exactly how I feel. Mommy thinks that maybe I'm getting sick again, and that's why I'm so grumpy, but I told her that I feel FINE! My Mom always thought that "two's" and "three's" were supposed to be hard, but when I got mad at the pharmacy, the pharmacist figured out right away that I am FOUR. Guess Mommy doesn't know everything! HMPH!

I wonder...

I told Daddy today that I don't like him. I wonder how he'll take it. Of course it was because I was upset at the time. I'm sure he understands. I'm going to be a puppy-cat now. Woofmeow!

Cries In The Night

The Purple Dragon woke up twice last night with terrible gas pains. It took us a while to figure out what the problem was because she was in so much pain she decided not to communicate with us. Finally, she pointed to her stomach, and we took a guess as to what the problem was. King Isepik started pumping her legs and we were soon rewarded (hm, perhaps that is not the best choice of words) with, well, you know. We thought all was well and sent her back to bed.

Less than an hour later it started up again, this time seemingly worse than the first time. King Isepik tried pumping her legs again but it only made her scream more so I got online to
1) confirm that it was what I thought
2) see if there were any miracle cures
3) see if it could potentially lead to other problems (a symptom of a bigger problem) or worse, and,
4) see what kind of medicine is available to buy to alleve suspected problem.

King Isepik went to Wal-Mart and purchased Children's Mylanta while I comforted The Purple Dragon the best I could, and she continued to alleviate the pain in a rather stinky way (but hey, at least she was starting to feel better). By the time he got back, The Purple Dragon was quite happy and all smiles, and thrilled (I'm serious here -- no sarcasm whatsoever) at the prospect of getting to take medicine.
Since it was midnight and we were afraid that we might be awakened again, we went ahead and gave her the medicine and tucked her back in bed.

She is fine now. No more disruptions. Acting silly and crazy as usual. All is well.

Talk, yes! Type, no!

My Mom has lost it. Completely lost it. I'm only 3, and while I can certainly talk up a storm, I can't type. So tell me, WHY has my Mom decided to make me a blog? You know she's going to be the one doing 90% of the typing for the next couple of years anyway. She must be nuts.

But since I'm here, I might as well tell you how my day went. I'm sick. I'm old enough to tell you I'm sick, but not old enough to tell you WHERE I'm sick. Momma (that's what I like to call Mommy when I'm not feeling well or want to be loved) and Daddy are smart enough to know that I have a fever, but it took them ALL day to figure out that my throat hurts. I kept showing them my teeth and saying "owie" and crying - but they just didn't understand. Mommy said she might take me to the doctor tomorrow because I don't look very good. Grandma says there's no sparkle in my eyes. I'm still a good girl though - I ALWAYS want to take my medicine (and this time it's grape flavored!). The Pink Princess says that if I have a fever I have to cough - so I pretend cough because Mommy says I have a fever. Mommy told The Pink Princess that it's ok to have a fever and not be coughing, so I only cough a little bit now.

I want to feel better so I can run around and play "Morsels" with Grandpa and go with Mommy to pick The Pink Princess up from school. Maybe tomorrow will be better.