Monday, December 22, 2014

Does Santa Bring Tamiflu?

The theme of the past week at our house.


Somehow this happened though, so we did have some success this past weekend.


You guys. The past couple of weeks! Have been insane. Just....there are no words, really. Except these.

As I mentioned the other day, my town has been taken over by influenza. Also strep and stomach flu, but mostly influenza. It has only gotten worse since the last time I wrote here. Last week one kindergarten class at my daughters' school was down to seven children in attendance. SEVEN. There were over 100 kids out sick each of the last few days of school before holiday break started (Friday was the last day). ONE HUNDRED. There were so many staff out sick that there weren't enough subs, and some absences went unfilled. (That means random staff people filled in here and there for an hour or two in places where there weren't any subs.)

I can think, off the top of my head, of two families we are close to who have not fallen ill. Everyone else has been stricken by something. Every day someone else is on FB or texting me, saying, "And now we're down too." It is cray-cray times one thousand.

I went back to work last Friday, and Genevieve back to school, for the one day before Christmas vacation started. I wanted to make an appearance before the two weeks' away, and I also wanted to save THREE sick days (as opposed to two) for the remainder of the school year, oy.

It was kind of depressing, actually. School sort of felt like a ghost town. Out of the seven boys in the autism program (where I work), only two were there. The rest were out sick with influenza. So I didn't even get to see or say goodbye/happy holidays to the others before the long break. Meaning it will be three weeks since I've seen them--because I was out sick too--when we all return in January. It just feels too long.

After one full day back, both Genevieve and I were wiped out again for the weekend. Influenza does not go away in three days, or four, or even a week. We napped most of the weekend and didn't get dressed at all. We ran out of groceries. We got nothing done for our holiday travels this week. It was survival city and that's it, friends. And hoping Santa would take care of the rest.

Today Genevieve and I woke up and felt better. More like ourselves. Enough energy to get dressed. Which is a good thing because we have haircuts to get, errands to run, and suitcases to pack today. No more time for influenza. But as I've been busy around the house doing things like combing my hair for the first time since Friday, I've gotten texts from two friends telling me that they're down for the count (still, again, or finally). All over my town, kids are feverish on couches and moms are panicking about fitting in last-minute doctor appointments.

This, too, shall pass, and in the future we'll all have the stories about December/Christmas 2014, when half the town was sick and absent from school and not ready for the holidays. How our town ran out of Tamiflu and it got warm outside and the snow melted and it RAINED on still-green grass, after a November of snow and below-zero temps. Maybe it's all related? The crazy-backward weather and the influenza/strep throat/stomach flu epidemic?

I don't know, but I date the beginnings of the sicknesses to just after Halloween, when my three-week virus that turned into a sinus infection began, and then Genevieve got the stomach flu, and then strep entered our household, and then influenza, etc. etc. etc. It's been early November since I exercised with any regularity and the kids were making it to all their Tae Kwon Do classes and swim lessons.

We are rallying today, though, like I said, because Christmas is almost here, and I've decided that this year Christmas might be about Just Showing Up. Grab the unwrapped presents, stuff the car with clothes and gifts and treats and Christmas CDs for the drive, and just go.

Merry Christmas to you and yours, and may good health be with you this week! Or at the very least may your city not run out of Tamiflu!

xoxo
S

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Down and Out.

Sooooo.... Like many other parts of the country, my town is currently experiencing a scourge of influenza. There are also waves of the stomach flu and strep making the rounds. It has gotten so bad at my girls' school (where, as you know, I also work) that there aren't enough subs to fill the various staff absences each day, and yesterday 94 kids were out sick. NINETY-FOUR. This is a small school, people--500-some children enrolled--so 94 out sick is a huge number.

Every child I work with individually in my job as a special ed assistant for the autism program has been felled by either influenza or the stomach flu. So it should come as no surprise when I tell you that two weekends ago Genevieve caught the stomach flu, Julia had tummy troubles one day last week as well, this past Saturday Genevieve came down with influenza, I caught influenza from her a day or so later (not sure when it began for me; I started coughing on Saturday night but pushed through and went to work on Monday only to collapse when I got home on Monday afternoon), on Monday we found out that Genevieve also has strep, and on Tuesday Julia caught strep as well.

Bottom line: barely limping along over here. I am literally using up almost all of my entire school-year's worth of sick leave but there's nothing I can do, all the Christmas-related tasks I planned to be doing this week are undone, we missed the last day of the fall Tae Kwon Do session, and this last week of school before Christmas break--usually a fun, festive week--has become simply a string of school absences. The school even cancelled all the classroom's annual holiday concerts and cookie parties this week and rescheduled them for January.

Boo. Hiss.

I've never had influenza before, but when they say it makes you feel like you've been hit by a truck, THEY ARE NOT KIDDING--whoever they are. I have never felt so sick. I think I may have bruised or fractured a rib from coughing (this actually happened to a friend of mine a month ago) and just going up the stairs takes every ounce of energy I can muster.

So, it's back to bed for me now, with fervent hopes that Vivi and I will recover in time to finish out this last week before holiday break (Julia is already back at school today) and prepare for Christmas as planned (hello, the gingerbread men are not going to make themselves!!). Here's hoping you and yours are staying healthy, wherever you are.

Over and out.


Monday, December 08, 2014

You Can't Really Go Wrong with Butter, Sugar, & Almond if You're Scandinavian and it's Christmas.

So we're full-tilt into the Christmas season and here I haven't yet shown you this:


I mean.

And then the day after Thanksgiving we went to the downtown shops of our own little Bedford Falls and Julia spied this:


...and told me to get it for Daddy for Christmas. Yes, I'm sure he'd love that.

Meanwhile, I've decided that these are my all-time favorite Christmas cookies:


cherry-almond chocolate kisses 

 Make that my all-time favorite cookies of any kind, for any occasion, period. Holy yum.

Sadly we're also full-tilt into germ season, and as of last Friday at my daughters' school/my workplace, there was the stomach flu, influenza, pneumonia, and strep all racing through the building from one family to another, one grade to the next. Two of the four students I work with daily went home sick, and by Saturday evening Genevieve was throwing up and feverish. Gah! Needless to say, I have not made much progress in resuming my regular exercise schedule after my pre-Thanksgiving 2.5-week sinus infection. Because, what? You're not gonna go out running when your baby needs you, are you? And when you're watching everyone else (including yourself) with an eagle eye for signs of being the next one down?

Today I stayed home from work with sick Genevieve, and by 11 a.m. I was texting my closest work friend, the fellow mom with whom I compare notes on the daily about how far behind we are on laundry, how many times we've recently misplaced important items due to busy-induced absentmindedness, and our lack of time to cook, saying, "I've done all the laundry, made a huge kettle of soup, and am currently CLEANING THE COFFEEMAKER. What the WHAT?!" She answered back with proper reverence for my unexpected at-home-mom day. Think what she would have said if I'd texted again later to tell her I finished my Christmas cards and made a second batch of the cherry kiss cookies.

Deck the halls, you all! Christmas is coming. And Lord knows it's not really about the shopping or the cookies or how fast you send your cards out. Well, OK, it IS about the cherry chocolate kiss cookies. That, joy, and love. It's all about love.