If you thought last weeks post was a downer, then you’ve not heard the worst. I left you with two kids down, off school sick but it didn’t stop there. It turned out to be some kind of gastric flu, fever, congestion, upset tums, headaches…and general all round feeling bloomin’ awful.
Star and Boo barely moved for four days! No1 son was much the same but he stayed in his bedroom where I could hear him moaning all day. I kept the Little Man well away from them and eldest daughter stayed in her room as much as possible (she’s lucky she has her own bathroom too!)
It was obvious that me and Graham wouldn’t escape the bug though.
Weekend of Hell.
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Thursday I went to bed feeling unwell, my hands and feet were like ice and I just couldn’t get warm despite the heating being on in the bedroom. I woke on Friday with a migraine. After doing nothing all day I crawled to bed just before 6pm as I just needed a dark room to lie down in. Then I started vomiting. I’d not eaten more than a piece of toast all day, but the vomiting didn’t stop all night long. It felt like I was turning inside out.
Saturday, I was really poorly and Graham was also feeling ill. Thankfully the girls were starting to feel better and No1 Son, although still not out of his room, was gaining more of an appetite.
Sunday was much the same but the girl’s were looking much brighter. I started having a pain in my side which was really sore and unbearable. I couldn’t get comfortable and when I went to bed, I couldn’t lie on it.
New Week
Monday came and the girls went back to school. The Little Man was still fit and healthy and so was eldest daughter. I had to go to the GP and it wasn’t until I saw all the posters for the flue jab that it struck me. We must have all had some type of flu and the Little Man and Eldest Daughter didn’t get it because they had the flu jab! They were immunised, safe, protected….I’m definitely making sure I get my flu jab next.
Anyway, back to my GP visit. I’d gone because of the pain in my side. I’d managed to pull a muscle and it was very tender. That’s the joy of Stiff Person Syndrome. My muscles contract on their own in painful spasms. When I’m not well the spasms get worse. So, where someone may pull a muscle by lifting something heavy or over exercising, I can pull one by doing nothing at all.
It’s starting to heal now though, so no worries.
Hunger Games and Conkers
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Last night I had two stressed out girls. Today is Enrichment day at school and Star’s year is doing ‘Hunger Games’ while Boo is going to the adventure center, Conkers.
Star has been told nothing about what they are doing for the Hunger Games, the teachers have told them it’s a surprise. Star doesn’t do surprises, she doesn’t like the change of routine either. The school is usually really good in preparing the autistic kids for these kinds of things, but not this time. I’m not sure if it because she has been away from school and they haven’t had the chance to take her to one side and prepare her, or if it’s because they really want to keep all the activities a surprise from everyone.
It did feel a bit weird for me this morning, waving my daughter off to the Hunger Games, she’s no Katniss Everdeen!
Boo’s problem could probably be described as the Hunger Games too. She was stressing out because she doesn’t like packed lunches. She’s not a big fan of sandwiches and when we usually have a packed lunch I pack her some different things to eat. However, because of her being off school last week I did not even know she had a trip until she came home yesterday. I may have still had time to have made her something but she wouldn’t tell me what she was worried about…….until five minutes before she was going to school! I know, I should have realised, but I guess not feeling so good it hadn’t occurred to me. I offered to put some snacks in her bag but she refused in case she got into trouble.
I’m pretty sure that they will both have good days, and neither of them will go hungry, but, oh the stress.
The Next Chapter
The illness has left the building, so that’s the best point to end on. It’s hard to think of any other positives after such an awful week, but getting well again is good enough. I have missed my treatment for this month, if I did go in now I’d have to change all my appointments for the year and I’ve arranged everything around them as they are now so changing them will just cause problems. So, I’ll just have to wait until my next round.
Next week I’m sure I’ll have better news to share. It will be half term at last!
Thanks for reading x
