Labor Day weekend:
…while a lot of you were off at some con or other, the home front was busy with other things.
Meredith got a bug bite a couple of days ago, and Susan ended up taking her to the ER in a great bloody hurry on Friday, because it was starting to swell up and react like the one that put her in the hospital a year ago in Alabama. She went to Edwards ER, because she’d heard so much about their Pediatric ER stuff, but she was not terribly impressed with their thoroughness; our GP saw Mere on Saturday morning and switched her meds to a antibiotic that wouldn’t make her throw up the nauseating-tasting mess. (FYI, kids’ antibiotics are usually in a liquid form, ’cause they can’t swallow big pills, and the taste of straight-up antibiotics are pretty god-awful. Consider how many of them are mold derivatives…)
The cellulitis and such has massively dropped back since then. She’s doing fine, but both Susan and Mere had really bad flashbacks to how awful that last go-round was a year ago; they wanted to stomp on this one early, hard and thoroughly. Mere was actually a huge trouper on the subject of sucking down the first blasts of vile drug stuff, but you could see visibly how she was quivering, steeling herself to take it. Poor kid.
So Mere had to decline an invite to the Ren Faire - too far to take a kid who had to take it easy and be watched like a hawk on the reaction to the bite. Her old pal Alicia came over that Friday, and she went with Mere to the ER to keep her company. (Alicia’s mom’s last day at work was Friday, and there were pre-existing plans for us to look after her until Mommy came home from her send-off from work.)
Susan took it easy, doing knitting and some scrapbooking, and TV, while I tried to get some things done in learning PHP and MySQL and the household paperwork, along with various cleanup routines. Our big entertainment venture was catching up with Season 6 of McLEOD’S DAUGHTERS, and some of my Sidewise judge reading. Mere did get to see LABYRINTH; she’d seen glimpses of it at Fry’s Electronics not long ago, and had been pestering Movie-mad Daddy for a full run of the thing. She thought the movie was a lot less scary than she’d expected, and she grooved on the David Bowie music.
She then asked me: Is David Bowie weird? Would he make a good alien?
Oh, honey, you bet. To both.