Boo.

The Flu Gang! by thomaspetermueller

DH was home sick all day Friday too.  But Saturday, he went outside to investigate an anthill reported by SS, and took with him DD, aka the child who had to visit the ER last time she stepped in an anthill.

I thought about cautioning him against this, but said to myself, don’t be stupid.  Of course, he won’t let her near the ants.  Less than five minutes later screaming erupts, I am drugging her with antihistamines and tossing her into a baking soda bath while he’s explaining how it’s really SS’s fault.

wtf?

Apparently, there is a right direction and a wrong direction in which to mow the lawn, a clockwise, counter-clockwise sort of thing.  And if you mow the wrong way, the ants will be disbursed everywhere, instead of just staying in their own area.  This is the story, that SS mowed the wrong direction, spread ants everywhere and DH and DD unsuspectingly stepped down onto the normally safe sidewalk, covered with ants.

Jon doing yard work by AmberStrocel

Meanwhile, the one person in the family with a relatively low risk of anaphylaxis continued the backward, ant-spreading, lawn mowing while the two adults did our best to ensure the little one didn’t stop breathing.  She obliged all of this drama by swelling up and developing a low fever immediately, and announcing nausea.

She had the fever until Sunday morning, which meant, of course, that she could not go to school Monday.  Even though, it was probably ant related, not flu related.  But there is no way to tell.

DD slept with me, since I had to keep 24 hour anaphylactic watch over her.  She dreamed about sandwiches.  I know this, because she was talking about it in her sleep.  “Mommy, this sandwich is too big.  No, don’t cut it!”