A healthy body is a guest chamber for the soul: a sick body is a prison. ~Francis Bacon
Has somebody out there got voodoo dolls with the faces of my family on them? I mean, really. Enough is enough.
I sleep like the dead and so I might carry on a whole conversation with you in the middle of the night and not have the faintest idea the next day of what we had talked about. But last night, at some point after I had crashed out, Emma comes into our room and says, “Mommy, I’m thirsty and I have a bug bite on my back that itches really bad.” In my fogginess, I say, “Isn’t there some water on your bedside table?” She says there is and goes back to bed. Now, in my mind, even in my sleepy state, I knew that was no bug bite. I knew it was “the pox”. How did you know this, you ask? I know this because over the Christmas holidays amidst all the family fun and jocularity, my nephew had “the pox”. Then on New Year’s Day, my other nephew (first nephew’s younger bro) “broke the Guinness Record for chicken pops” (his words). I was lulled into a false sense of security by a varicella vaccination my kids received, oh, about 7 years ago. Yes, the very thing which is meant to prevent a chicken pox outbreak–but yet it only works 85% of the time. What’s more, you are now apparently supposed to get a booster for your varicella vaccine, unbeknownst to me. Hello?? I did not get the memo. SIGH.
So I get up this I morning and Emma looks flushed and a little feverish. She says she has a headache. She has 2 pox on her chest/stomach, one pock on her back and one on her knee. She isn’t feeling so great. Again, I said, “it’s chicken pox”. A few hours later a doctor confirms what I already know. The thing is, he says, because she was vaccinated, it’s hard to tell how it will run its course. He assured me she wouldn’t “go POOF” (his words) and I took that to mean she wouldn’t turn into one giant pock. He felt certain it would be a mild outbreak. Give acetaminophen for fever and headache, caladryl lotion for itching, blah blah blah…and we were out of there. After we got home, we found another one on her scalp on the side of her head. Ew. I gave her some more acetaminophen, some benadryl, slathered on some caladryl, propped her up on the couch in front of cartoon network and there ya go. She’s all good. For now. We’ll see what tomorrow brings. Hopefully it won’t bring “the pox” to Jacob. Doc said he might break out tomorrow, in two weeks or never. Really. Well, thanks Sherlock. I think I coulda figured that one out on my own.
The other fun part of this whole scenario is contacting all the folks we’ve infected. Now, a huge plus on this front is that the kids had teacher workdays this Monday and Tuesday, so the kids at school have not been infected. (You are apparently contagious for a couple of days before you break out.) BUT, Emma had a friend spend the night Monday night and she had that same girl and three more girls over to play yesterday. SO, I spent some time today calling those moms and sharing the good news with them. All of a sudden, I had a flash back from when I got That Call about the head lice from that mom last spring. I was suddenly the mom making “the call” and, I must confess it was not a warm and fuzzy feeling. But yet, I felt compelled to do it. Keep in mind, these are people I do not know well at all. If they were people I knew fairly well, maybe it would be a little less awkward. But hey, what can ya do? You suck it up and make the call. The first two moms were very nice and the first thing they both said, was “do you need anything?” Which was pretty surprising, but sweet and very much appreciated. The third mom was in shock, I think. Not unkind, but not real thrilled either. I felt so bad, but oh well. I’m just glad the calls are made. I also emailed Emma’s teacher, who replied saying she has never had the chicken pox. What??! How can you be an elementary school teacher and not get such a common childhood disease? I’m gonna suggest she make a bee-line to the nearest varicella vaccine dispenser! I wouldn’t want to be a 28 year old woman with the chicken pox. I’m just sayin’.
I’m off to check on the contaminated one. We are now officially on house arrest. It could be worse.