I usually like to be nice. Cordial. Upbeat. I can even be annoyingly perky. But not to you. You are a pesky, frustrating, nasty little imp who needs to be confined to a dingy, cell of a petri dish; never to emerge again until you are destroyed.
Ella after her blood work. (The scary spots are iodine)
You keep bothering my Ella who is sick. Once again. So much so that her high fever, whimpering and sputtering sounds...that would frighten every mom alive...and lethargy sent me on a whirlwind ride of doctor visits and tests today.
All because of YOU.
She had to be poked with a needle for blood work.
Sustain a stick in the throat to test for strep.
Endure chest x-rays.
And forgo a nap through this whole process.
Luckily, she bypassed an almost inevitable antibiotic shot that burns like...well...you know.
All after just recovering from an ear infection.
I, for one, wanted to tell you that this particular mommy is a little irked. I do NOT like seeing my baby in pain. I do not want her to cling to me in the swimming pool instead of splash around with glee because she feels so awful. And I do not like running all over town when all I want to do is hold her and make everything OK.
So I am just warning you that I shall defeat you. I will do it. I don't know how but I will do my best. This is battle and I come wielding a can of Lysol, a bowl of fruit, probiotics, and a bar of soap. Um, cuz that is all I have right now. But I will fight you. Oh yes. The wrath of me is upon you.
So, you pesky, slimy little virus, I just want you to know I am on to you. And I am watching you. And I will defeat you.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.