I think Murphy is reading my thoughts.
I’m not entirely sure who Murphy is, or how his law came to be something that was revered and feared at the same time. I’m half convinced ‘he’ is a ‘she’ and is actually the lead on that nineties sit com Murphy Brown.
This does bother me somewhat. Though I’m quite convinced that Murphy Brown has the powers to influence the world in anyway she wishes should you break her law, the thought that she is in my head is quite disturbing; I’m expecting a breaking news report, complete with giant shoulder pads, any moment now.
It was just a random thought in passing; a moment of quiet gratitude.
I considered mentioning it to Boatman, but decided against it; I didn’t want that nasty Miss Brown listening to our pillow talk.
I thought my thoughts were safe.
I was wrong.
I am hesitant to write it, even now. Who knows how far that dread Murphy will go to uphold her litigious principles?
I thought, just for a moment, ‘wow, we haven’t had anyone sick for a while.’
It was a wondrous moment; realising our life had not been suspended or dictated by tummy bugs or temperatures, or even a bloody accident. We had been healthy. All of us. What an absolute miracle.
Enter the Monster tummy bug.
It struck Taylah first, which is no small feat, considering she is the healthiest of the lot. Three days of vomiting, diarrhoea, and fevers, and then days of stomach pain that had us in ED and spending two nights in hospital, a week before Christmas.
A day later, it was Ava.
The second healthiest.
First it was just dirty nappies but then the vomiting started. Days of it, with her not eating a thing, and me frantically trying to get enough fluids into her so that she didn’t dehydrate. She had fevers too, but refuses any kind of medication, and wouldn’t you know it, Darwin had run out of suppositories!
Last Friday had me on the couch all day, whilst she slept on and off, a sick little girl that in the course of a week lost so much weight, her Christmas clothes didn’t fit.
Christmas Eve it struck Bailey, in my sisters bathroom.
Christmas day it was Bridie.
Thank God for Auntie Elsa buying The Lion King on DVD, and Darwin Nanna giving Ava Hi-5 DVDs for Christmas. The kids missed their Christmas play at church, and spent the morning watching movies, and curled up on the couch.
The bug was so monstrous, it insipid me to take daily servings of Siberian Red, to try and fight all those nasty free radicals or whatever they are that we’re coming for us.
Must have worked cause Boatman and I escaped Gastro free.
Miraculously, B1 and B2 weren’t as bad off (miraculous because Bridie always gets its worst) and by Tuesday, things were looking up. I even decided to cancel the ultrasound appointment the hospital had made for Taylah, because she seemed perfectly healed. A relief yesterday, when FIL was struck down hours before his flight home.
And that brings us to today.
And to Murphy stuck in my head, and listening over my shoulder, and seeing my relief that we were passed the monster Gastro, and striking again.
Because Taylah’s tummy pain is back. Apparently it never went away, but she didn’t want to go to hospital again.
Tummy pain has also brought its faithful friends; temperature and albinism.
And of course, all on the day after the scheduled ultrasound was to take place.
All on the day when I need to get some food shopping done.
All on the second last day of the year, when I can’t get into the doc, and just before the calendar will tick over, and Medicare will only give me the ‘sheduled’ fee back again.
All on the day the phone and power bills are due, and the purse strings are pulled tighter.
All in the school holidays when we should be having fun.
And to be honest, I have no idea what to do.
I am exhausted from sick children, and endless cuddles, and worrying that it’s something else, and I just want it to stop. I keep thinking if I just ignore it, it will go away.
But Murphy is in my head, so I can’t even do that.
Bugger off Murphy.
And take your stinking Gastro with you.