Lingwall Family: September 2009

Monday, September 21, 2009

sickness, what a pain.

Last week was a fun one. (cough, cough) Daphne had strep throat last weekend and on monday I took her to the Dr. to get on some delicious to the taste, amoxicillian. On the way out from the Doc she gets her sucker for being good and says to me "Mom, taste mine, it's so good". It was coconut. I love coconut. I grab her sucker and taste it. DUH!!! did we not just come to the Dr. for strep throat?! Come wednesday, I have a bit of a sore throat, and a nagging headache. I chalked it up to being up late from working the night before. The day goes on, I feel progressively worse. That night I had a book party, and not until I was on my way there did it dawn on me that I might have strep. I think it was the cold sweat, followed by hot sweating, then shivering. Thursday and Friday were aweful. I'm so thankful to my friend Marie who took my kids most of thursday so I could sleep it off. I even lost almost 5 pounds! not really, I haven't weighed myself in about a month, and i think since I started exercising again I lost the first 2 or 3 on my own. So really about 2 pounds. But I did get down below the mark I haven't hit for 8 years! But, it's all back, i'm sure. By saturday I was so hungry from hardly eating for 3 days, I ate WAY too much. And yesterday, more of the same.
On top of doctors, Faye got to go to the dentist and Daphne just went today. Verdict; Faye: a whopping 6 cavaties! Daphne: one little tiny one. Gosh, who are these kids parents? I loved when the dental hygenist asked Faye is her mom flosses her teeth and she says "No". Who really flosses all their kids teeth, i mean, REALLY? It made me feel like a slob though. Like i'm some disgusting person. Then at work the other night we had the conversation. Verdict; NO ONE flosses their kids teeth! On top of that, i'm not someone who has candy at my house and I DO make my kids brush their teeth every night and morning. Ba. Oh well, what can ya do? Let your kids teeth rot out, and end up silver-teethed kids (the bottle rot ones), um, no thanks.