Adults aren't supposed to get the Coxsackie virus. So on Thursday afternoon, when my head felt like it was going to split in half and my brain felt warm and mushy and my skin felt like it was going to jump out of itself, or at least out of my shirt, and my throat hurt, and my glands were swollen, and I had a suspicious spot on my right hand, I was PRETTTTTY sure I had it. But yesterday morning when I saw the nurse practitioner, she laughed at me and said she thought I was "just the mother of two sick kids." I was kind of offended, actually. Did she think I was sympathy sick?
She's not my usual doctor, but rather filling in for someone on maternity leave. She was nice enough, but I don't event think she seriously considered that I might have it. Because, adults don't get it. That's what she told me.
And yet, somehow I still woke up with little tiny sore spots on my feet and hands. There aren't that many of them, and they aren't very big. But they are very sore. It feels like I burned my hand (and feet!) on a hot pan by accident. . .in a bunch of spots. Sigh. Suckage.
Miss M is hacking up a storm, but seems better. She never really got the full on rash. SB got a massive rash (face, hands, feet, arms, legs, and diaper area), but it's starting to clear (we are 5 days out from when the rash appeared). She's been acting normal. Actually, they both have. In fact, a little too normal. They are super hyper and bouncing off the walls, because they have not been outside in 5 days. We didn't want them to infect anyone else, though. Boy, do they need to play in the park!
I'm letting them watch a movie right now on Netflix because I just can't take the utter chaos of quarantined children any longer. The Incredibles is okay for toddlers, right???