So my friend Melanie comes home from college this weekend. I've been waiting for this all week. And what happens? I get attacked by an evil sick. More than just sick. When my doctor looked in my throat he actually said "Ew!"

He's never ewed me before, I'm his favorite person! (or so he says, but I prefer to believe him. It's nice to be someones favorite person) My tonsils are all pus covered and bloody. I've swabbed them myself. I get really bad tonsil stones when I'm sick, and I use cotton swabs to pop them out, which is why they've been swabbed. Apparently, I can be used in chemical warfare am contagious. Which means no Melanie this weekend. Which means no Pirate Festival this weekend. No NOTHING this weekend. This is me...bummed. When I'm not sleeping that is.

But in all seriousness, it must be bad. He gave me steroids. He's NEVER given me steroids before. Course, my uvula has never been swollen before either. I'm kind of nervous though. Steroids = no fun. He also gave me cough syrup with codine. Hallelujah for pain relief. That and the amox-clav is normal. It's the steroids that are throwing me off.

I think i've literally been awake for about 5 hours in the past 2 days. Doesn't bother me none, as I don't hurt when I'm sleeping. I can't talk either. No voice at all. Ugh. Stupid babies and their stupid viruses.

No, I take that back. I adore my babies. I love them all to bits. I just hate when viruses attack my room and my babies. Usually, I am immune to such things, because kid germs are mighty powerful, and you build up quite an immunity to them in your first year of working with them. But every once in a while, one sneaks in and BAM. I'm just glad I called in yesterday. We've got an 8 week old baby now, and I've been spending lots of time with her. Not cause she's cute or anythign, because new born babies are NEVER cute, I don't care who you are, but because 8 week old babies sort of force you to spend a lot of time with them. Babies are evil geniuses when it comes to stealing your time. This one looks like a real suspicious old lady, and it cracks me up. She's also a ginger baby, which is really creepy because her hair is so red, it looks like her head is on fire. She shares her name with a mechanic on a show named for a bug with a glowing butt. That's as close as I'll come to revealing her name. Those who know the show should get it. Mom spelled it differently, of course, because she isn't cool enough to know said show.

Also? Mom has no idea what to do with baby, even though she works with me. It's almost sad to see. Mom doesn't talk or snuggle her when she comes to pick her up, like most moms do. She just plunks her in her car seat and they are on their way. In fact, she cut her maternity leave short because she wanted to get back to work and hand her off as quick as she could. Neither she or her husband are baby people, and I think she's much happier having baby in our care than in hers. Oh well, she'll get better. Not everyone is a natural with babies, I always have to remind myself that. For me, it comes so easily, it always has. Babies have been my obsession since I was a wee ickle thing. Even if they are disgusting. Because they are. Things come from every single hole on them. In fact, the other day, we had a 1 year old with a major nose bleed. THAT was fun, insert sarcasm here. I'll spare you all the gorey details, but it is extremely unusual for a child that young to have a nose bleed. It sent her family into a panic, as dad has actually had to have a transfusion because of nosebleeds. Ouch. Baby has had another one since then. I just hope this doesn't become a regular occurance...at least until she's two and not in my room anymore ;)

Well, I'm going to go play Ages of Mythology. I bought it for myself because I felt like crap. Whee. I've got five episodes of MST3K playing in my dvd changer. Lets see...Horror of Party Beach, which is where my icon comes from hehe, Gunslinger, Swamp Diamonds, Escape 2000 and Warrior of the Lost World. And with that, I will leave you with the warning to LEAVE THE BRONX. If you don't get it, pay no heed.