In which I am dadding today

Sick_kid_t751x500So… four years ago, maybe? my son contracted the nastiest case of hand- foot- and mouth syndrome I’ve ever seen.  This isn’t saying much, as I know so little about the disease that I keep insisting on sticking the word hoof in there whenever I have any reason to bring it up.  The boy, to be clear, lacks hooves.  But whatever he had, it was Goddamned horrible– there were scabs all over him, particularly around his face and his eyes, and he was basically a giant ball of horror and misery for a week and a half or so before it finally cleared up.

Amazingly, though, other than a couple of bouts with the sniffles that was the last time he’d been sick, until this week.  On Saturday he abruptly threw up in a parking lot on the way to the grocery, and last night– yes, four days later– he threw up again three more times.  In between?  Completely fine.  Today?  Completely fine as well, eating everything in the house.  And I’ve been queasy as fuck and waiting to throw up all night, as well as the vague nightmare where all you really want to do is sleep and all the boy wants to do is lay around and watch videos because He Threw Up Last Night and he knows he can get away with it.  I’ve been trying not to nap all day.  Blech.

In other news, Balremesh and Other Stories was, for a brief period of time, actually outselling a few Neil Gaiman books in one of the microcategories it’s slotted into.  It’s still available for preorder, for just 99 cents.  Go get it!

6 thoughts on “In which I am dadding today

  1. D got hand-foot-mouth earlier this year – and then I got it, naturally. (Was this even a thing when we were growing up? I don’t remember it.) His case wasn’t too bad, but I had the Mouth Sores From Hell. Seriously awful. I’ve been more sick in the past three years than the rest of my lifetime. Nobody warns you about this part of parenting.

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    1. My understanding is that it’s usually really minor. K looked HORRIBLE, though, to the point where I wouldn’t let my mother see him until he got better. Bek picked up a minor case of it too; I escaped unscathed. I don’t remember ever hearing about it when I was a kid but I think it’s mostly a toddler thing.

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