We have lived more than a month with this horrid virus that has made us all pretty much fill our quota of landfill with tissues for the entire year.  We are still sick and not getting over it at all.  And I’m so very, very OVER IT.  Sick of seeing Owen’s runny nose.  Sick of having to breath through my mouth.  Sick of feeling like crap.  Sick of blowing my own nose, let alone the Boy’s as well.  Sick of feeling ill every time I bend over to pick the Boy, or anything up from the floor.  So over it am I, that Owen and I made another trip to the GP this afternoon after we dropped Mum and Dad off at the plane station.

Now, I’m on antibiotics and a nasal spray and Owen is just meant to let his nose run.  And run.  And run some more, until it is all better.  Great.  Just great.  At this stage, I’m thinking he’ll still have the snot filled nose come January.  2010.  What I don’t understand is why I couldn’t have any AB in the beginning, when we all had infections…  Now my throat is on the mend all on its own accord, but now one ear is looking decidedly ick, and is playing favourites with my sinuses, ganging up on my poor broken immune system.  Can’t you just tell I’m felling sorry for myself?!  I think I’ve got good cause for some sympathy :o)

To add to my woes, since this is a woe-ing kind of post, Marc suggested last night that Owen and I fly to Brisbane for a week while I am still allowed to hop on a plane, before Squirt makes an apperance.  I was kind of hoping that we could go next week – there’s a Brisbane public holiday on Wednesday, so we would be able to catch up with some people who would normally be at work for the week.  Ahhh nope, we aren’t going.  Not even a hope.  Since I need a letter from the GP to let me fly, and I have all of the above going on in my head space (no wonder I have no memory, the snot has taken over from the baby brain!), we are staying put for the time being.  And that’s not fair!  I think some good QLD sunshine would do Owen and I the world of good…  Maybe we can go in a couple of weeks, fingers crossed!