Myrtle Beach / The Month of Sickness (May 2017)

The week after I got back from Mexico, John, the girls, Irene (John’s mom), and I went to Myrtle Beach for 3 days and 2 nights.  I grew up going to Myrtle Beach quite frequently but John had never been before so we decided to check it out.  John found a great deal for a time share rental since it was before peak season.  We reserved a two bedroom unit at the hotel, but when we got there they upgraded us to a 3 bedroom with no charge, so that was very exciting.

The unit we stayed in was so nice.  There were 3 bedrooms, 3 full bathrooms, a washer/dryer, a full kitchen, and a nice dining/living space, plus a great little balcony area.  We were really surprised with how nice it was considering the price.  Irene was able to have her own bedroom and private bath, the girls had the room with two queen beds with a bath just outside, and John and I had the master with a huge bathroom.

The weather wasn’t the greatest while we were there, it was mostly overcast and windy with scattered showers.  But the weather didn’t get us down because the hotel had several pools and hot tubs so we were able to swim a lot while looking at the ocean.  And we could sit on our balcony and watch the water and hear the waves which was very relaxing.

Lyra L O V E D the pools, in particular the kids fun pool that had a bunch of different water falls and sprinklers and things.  She spent a lot of time there.  John and I loved the lazy river.  Unfortunately the second day, first full day, when we went down to the pools in the morning you could tell Lucy just wasn’t feeling the greatest.  Her eyes looks so tired and she was just really quiet and not her usual lively self.  Before we left, Lyra had some sniffles.  Anyone with children knows that they pretty much constantly have sniffles with varying degrees of severity, so we didn’t think much of it, especially since Lyra was still so energetic and playful.  I figured it was just a couple days of a runny nose, no big deal, but that second day Lucy and I started to go down.  As the day progressed so did our colds.  By the afternoon we were both snotting coughing messes.  It happened so fast.  That night John went out for cough drops for me because I would get into these coughing fits.  So we had a cold, but we were still in good spirits.  We ate well and played Bananagrams and Lyra and John swam a ton, but the cold dampened some of that trip because we were losing energy.  After we checked out of the hotel on the third day, we explored a little of Myrtle Beach and did the big ferris wheel which was pretty neat!  And overall our trip to Myrtle Beach was a good one, we had fun, our hotel was awesome, we were able to make most of our food in the unit since we brought a bunch with us and could cook, we played games, and relaxed to the sound of the ocean.

Here are a couple pictures of the trip.  I didn’t take a lot because we were swimming or just hanging out at the hotel most of the time.



yeah, that’s my fat finger in the corner.  photo fail.


Lyra on the big ferris wheel

BUT!  Dun dun dun, forever in my mind that trip will be associated with what we’ve now called The Month of Sickness.  What we thought was a harmless little cold, turned into so much more.  Lyra was Patient Zero, probably picking it up from an indoor playground we had been to a few days before the trip, but Lucy and I were the first to really go down.  Within a day or two of us coming home from Myrtle Beach, the whole family was hit with a massive head cold.  Thankfully Irene never got sick!  How she came out of that trip with us and didn’t get sick is beyond me, but she is lucky.

Okay, so we had a cold, no big deal.  It’s pretty annoying mostly having to blow your nose constantly and not being able to get comfortable enough to sleep.  Add in two young kids with the same thing and even a mild cold becomes bad quickly.  But we figured we’d make it through, lots of rest and fluids and vitamin packed meals.  Diffusing essential oil blends, getting out the humidifiers, doubling up on the elderberry syrup, the usual protocol for Sickness in the Wells House.  Only nothing seemed to work this time.  After a little over a  week (usual time it takes for a cold to go away) the girls were getting more sick and miserable instead of better.  They were hurting and spiking temperatures, so we decided to take them to the doctor.  This was a milestone for us – the first time we’ve had to take either girl to the doctor for anything other than a well-child check.  We’ve managed to go 3.5 years without anything more than a 24 hour stomach bug or cold so we hadn’t had to seek medical attention.  The doctor looked at both girls and found that their colds had turned into sinus and ear infections for the girls and had prescribed them antibiotics.  She offered to check us over but we declined because we thought we could power through.  We started the girls on their medicine the next day and then a few days later John and I were continually getting worse and running fevers so we made appointments for us.  We gave in and got checked over and we both had sinus infections and one of my ears was infected.  Yippee!  We were so desperate to feel better at this point we were like “please give us all the drugs you have!”  John and I do not take medicine frequently, it has to be pretty bad for us to take some ibuprofen, tylenol, or benadryl, but we were miserable.  I’m not sure about John, but I know I haven’t been sick enough to warrant antibiotics in over a decade – I vividly remember that sickness, laryngitis and a double ear infection that was the most painful thing.

I joked to John that I wanted to take a picture of everyone’s medicine lined up but I never got around to doing it.  But here was the lineup:

Lyra: two bottles of liquid antibiotics
Lucy:  two bottles of liquid antibiotics
John:  two bottles of heavy duty cough syrup, one bottle of antibiotics in pill form, steroid nasal spray
Rhianna:  two bottles of heavy duty cough syrup, one bottle of antibiotics in pill form, steroid nasal spray
Everyone:  all the boogie wipes in the world plus tons of toilet paper turned kleenex

We spent the next week convalescing and slowly getting better.  It took a long time.  We were zapped and getting stir crazy from not going outside of our house/yard.  And on top of that, towards the end of my antibiotic treatment I started getting hives.  It turns out that I had developed an allergy to amoxicillin that I never had in my youth.  The first 3 days of hives I had to take benadryl every 4 hours on the dot or I’d get incredibly itchy and break out in hives.  So now that I was getting better from the sinus infection, I was drowsy all the time from the benadryl.  It started to get better after a few days and it morphed into dermatographia that could be managed with some benadryl that I was only having to take 2-3 times a day/night.  It took almost two weeks for it to go away completely and I kept benadryl on me because I never knew when I’d start to get uncontrollably itchy and therefore get dermatographia.   It was not that fun.

But in the end, we all got better after a month of being sick in some fashion or another.  And I hope our sickness quota was filled for the rest of 2017.  I’ll keep you posted. ;)

Here’s a sweet little, sad photo of Lyra during one of her naps while sick.  She rarely naps, but during our sickness she napped a lot.


J&R, pregnancy

the most wonderful time of the year!

Greetings from the sick bed.  I’m taking a sick day from work so I’m hunkered down in Halloween & cat themed mismatched pajamas, snuggling with a Christmas themed blanket and pillow while I watch the Flu Season episode of Parks and Rec — it’s comfort food.  I haven’t been feeling well for a few days now and that combined with having an extremely busy week (long work days last week & Saturday for an event we put on on Saturday), preparing for baby (classes, cleaning, laundry, organizing), Christmas celebrations with friends and at work, and being extremely pregnant (acid reflux is the pits and I’m tired of sleeping sitting up and still having acid creep up in my throat) made for one very tired and sick Rhianna.  Last night I barely slept and neither did poor John who woke up every time I had to blow my nose and asked “what’s wrong?!”  We are on alert these days and even though I only have a sinus infection, sleepy John still doesn’t know when he first wakes up if I’m awake for labor reasons.  I’m not, but ya know — so close to the due date we are getting into the “it could happen anytime” territory.

Is any of this making sense?  Probably not… my head is foggy.  These homeopathic sinus tablets I’m diligently taking aren’t helping at all — oh what I’d give to take some real drugs because at least they’d knock me out for a while and maybe I’d be able to get more than 20 minutes sleep at a time.  Wow!  My crankypants are on tight.  ENOUGH COMPLAINING!

Let’s get to the good stuff.  We hosted our Friend Christmas celebration on Sunday and it was lovely.  We got to hang out with our near and dear and give & receive presents.  Our house is cozy with all the decorations, even though we haven’t completed trimming the tree — only have lights, a star, and some garland on it… we have not had time at home to put up the ornaments.  Houses always feel better when people  you love are around and eating good food and laughing with you.

Today I’m missing my division’s Christmas party at work.  I’m really sad but I’m just too tired.  However, I’ve been texting my boss all morning catching him up on stuff I needed to do today and checking in.  It’s just like when I was younger and in school.  A sick day always sounded nice, a day off of school, but in reality you’re sad you’re missing your friends (and my coworkers are friends) and there’s not really anything good on tv and you feel like a lump so you’d just rather be at school (work) with your friends feeling useful.  An hour ago I did stop by work because there was something sitting on my desk that I needed to get to today and I wanted to make sure my secret Santa received her gift.  I only stayed long enough for a bit of the gift exchange and to take care of a document.  I hope they are having fun at the Christmas lunch party.  This year our division decided to do a “secret scrappy santa” which is like a secret santa only you had to make or re-purpose something to give to your santa.  The coworker I got wrote down that she liked ocean documentaries, her dog, and cooking/baking (we all wrote down ideas to help our santas along) so I decided to try and combine the three and I made her homemade dog treats in the shape of sea creatures.  I think she liked them!  It took me a while to figure out what I was going to get her.  For my ideas I wrote down “I like anything fun and I’m a fan of pop culture.  It would probably just be best to ask a teenage girl what she’d like and then you’ll have your idea.”  And I received an awesome gift — my santa regifted me some old CDs including a bunch of Backstreet Boys and N*Sync and Mariah and Britney and I maybe cried a lot when I opened it because I’ve since lost all those CDs I had once upon a time in the late 90s and am SO glad I have them again now.  I can’t believe he still had all those CDs laying around his house — perfect!  So definitely worth going to work for a half hour today.  I got to see a couple other gift exchanges and it was fun to see how creative people got for their scrappy secret santa gifts.  I think we might do this idea again next year — it was wonderful because you didn’t have to stress about buying a gift.

Well I just word vomited a lot all over this page so I should probably shut it down now.  Thumbs up for only word vomiting and not being the kind of sick with stomach issues.  I don’t think I could handle that on top of the crud and pregnancy.  Quick pregnancy update — everything is still going well and we are SO close to getting to meet our baby, I’m crazy excited.  I am starting to get to that point that I’m tired of being pregnant.  It’s not so bad, but the aches and pains and waddling are getting to me — on the upside, people are so kind and supportive and just wonderful with helping me.  Even my coworkers will stoop to tie my shoes for me, God bless them.

This is Rhianna — over and out.