When it rains, it pours

So Saturday afternoon, I got a sudden sore throat and aching joints. Fast forward a few hours, I've got a raging fever, swollen neck glands, general malaise, you name it.

Today, two days later, I'm as sick as ever. Fever won't go below 100 or above 102, Tyen0l be damned. This morning I saw the ENT--diagnosis: tonsillitis. Though there is a good chance it may be mono (my SIL had it) with a strep chaser. I imagine we'll find out when the culture results come back. I started some antibiotics today so I imagine we'll soon find out if what I've got is bacterial (the antibiotics will work) or viral (they won't).

Now, today miss J wakes up, we notice she's got about four or five little lesions on her face, they look kind of like red ant bites (if you've had the pleasure to experience one of these, you know what I mean). This afternoon, my other SIL calls to tell us that her daughter has a couple of similar lesions on her back and that she was taking her to the ped...yes, you know where this is going, don't you?

Chicken pox. As in, J hasn't yet had the vaccination which is done here at 15 months (her appt next month). As in, I've never had it but have had the vaccination--but there is a 10 % or so chance that it's not 100% effective. As in, I have a fetus onboard...sharing my immunity or lack thereof. As in, I will now quarantine myself even further from miss J for the next week or so.

I spent the entire weekend holed up in our bedroom, alternating between boiling hot and freezing cold as I rode the fever/chills cart. And yes, I'm still riding it. Only now, I've got the added bonus of potential chicken pox to add to the fun. And I'd better not mention the abscess I've got under my boob...the one I see the derm for tomorrow, the one they'll probably lance. The one that they lanced last year but has come back for some unknown reason (probably because the universe thinks it's a comedian).

Good times here, good times. But the dos...well, the doppler is my best friend right now. The dos soldiers on (thank you, thank you, thank you). As you can imagine, I'm in full panic mode here in the Dee house. Full panic mode indeed though happy to report that we officially entered the second trimester this past weekend.