0615 Thursday morning, and my blonde bomber comes walking into our room telling me she feels dizzy. I feel her forehead, and she is on fire. I put her into our bed next to her daddy and grabbed the thermometer.
She was so sad when I told her she would not be going to school. Yeah right!
The night before she had a headache, and now we had fever and nausea.
Worse case scenario, the flu had invaded the Kell house.
Oils, oils, oils…
Fluids, fluids, fluids…
One dose of ibuprofen…
Two hours later she was feeling great. I almost thought she was faking. So, I got her out of the house and we went to run some errands.
Poor thing just sitting on the couch watching Every Witch Way.
We took a break at Starbucks while I was getting my daughters phone battery replaced.
Going back to work full-time means having to constantly keep up with everyone’s schedules.
She had started to feel a little puny, so this was her way of telling me she was ready to go.
When we got home her temp rose to 103.7. My poor sweet girl just looked at me with her big brown eyes and said “Momma I don’t feel good.”
More oils, more fluids, and more ibuprofen, and off to bed she went for the rest of the evening.
I quarantined her room, and the little bit slept with her daddy, while I crashed on the couch for any recon that needed to be done because I catch everything, so why not be in the thick of it.
Today we have a throat that feels “weird”, and a low grade fever.
So I am going with strep throat.
I will not be just using oils for this one.
Time for the big guns and a little visit with the MD.
Hope you Friday is germ free!