Sick Of It

We are a little sick of this winter that will never turn to spring. Every time it snows we all say, "well, that should be the last one." But it never is. There is always one more, it seems.

But more than the weather, we are sick of being sick. R fired out this Facebook message a few days ago:

Going on Day 75+ straight of having sick kids. After colds, fevers, chills, croup, asthma (?!), teething and strep throat you'd think we had it all. But at our 8th doctor visit today we left with no explanation for Scott's full body rash. Will it ever end?

Scott didn't really like to talk about the rash. You could tell it made him a bit sad and uneasy. Although it wasn't itchy, he woke up two nights in a row at 3:00 am complaining that he was cold -- even though his room was just fine.

He had been on an antibotic called Amoxicillin for his strep throat, but the doctors (yes, there were two of them scratching their heads over this one) hypothesized that it was probably not an allergic reaction to the medication; rather, it was likely a symptom of a viral infection from something as harmless as a cold. After a further few days of our (seemingly endless) quarantine, he was on the upswing and reunited with his cousins for a playdate at Grandma and Grandpa's.

We are hesitant to say, "well that was the last sickness" just yet, since we have all seen what that has done to the weather this spring. Just cross your fingers for us and let's hope there's no snow or rashes for Scott's birthday party / soccer game next week.