I am officially off sick for three days. I got up early this morning to take His Highness the Wee Beastie Hawkeye to creche, because I have to, and promptly dragged my sorry self over to my doctor’s office for the paperwork, where we once again haggled over the length of my sick cert. He…
“Do you want a regular band aid or one of the finger strips?” I ask my boss, holding out a selection of plasters* and a small tube of antiseptic ointment. “Oh my god, you have like a whole first aid kit in your handbag!” my boss exclaims, clutching a tissue to a bleeding paper cut…
I may have been accidentally prophetic when I insisted on calling my bump “Hawkeye” after my favourite Marvel Avenger. Hawkeye does indeed appear have hawk eyes. Back when he was much smaller, I remember trying to catch him playing with a little stuffed owl toy on video because it looked so adorable. He would hold…
It’s a strange sort of purgatory-like existence being home sick when you’re still not quite well enough to return to work, but no longer sick enough to spend days in bed, slipping in and out of naps, marking the passage of time by medication schedules. I was meant to be back in work today, now…
Our family is ailing somewhat at this point. I’m recovering from a very nasty bout of flu, the Mister has a sprained ankle, and Hawkeye has had an increasingly worsening cough, prompting me to take him back to the doctor this morning before our trip out west to Nana’s house. Now, normally the ladies at…
I can’t remember the last time I actually spent a whole day in bed. I mean, even when the whole household was sick over the summer and I spent a long weekend parenting from the comfort of our pull-out couch, I still had to be up and about to a certain degree because unfortunately you…
Today we had our first visit to the dentist with Hawkeye. There was no specific need behind it, just the idea of exposing him to going to the dentist, reminding him about the importance of brushing his teeth, and making sure there was nothing blindingly obvious going on inside his mouth that we weren’t aware…
I posted the following earlier on Facebook this week: “They say misery loves company, so that might explain why the whole household is now on antibiotics.” Yeah, if you haven’t already figured it out from yesterday’s post, it hasn’t been a stellar couple of weeks for the three of us: at least 1 viral infection…
The Feathered Rose 