Rosey has had a hell of a a time lately.
She came down with the flu (despite stoically getting a flu shot last season - these germs are tricky little buggers!) and now they won't leave. They insist they like my girl just fine, thank you, and regardless of time and medicines and just plain wishing them out, they've stayed. Set up housekeeping and everything.
Frankly, I wish they'd take their nasty little selves and go attack some other kid. Watching Rosey be pale and still is unnerving, to say the least. And she hasn't grinned at me in days.
She's mending, slowly. This morning there was a bit of colour in her face (still the terrible eye circles that look like we punch her regularly, damn it) and she wanted to go to school. She came downstairs pretty quickly, but s l o w e d down while eating breakfast and it was obvious her energy levels are really, really low.
She stayed a school a few hours and is now ensconced at the babysitters, where she'll nap and veg out and please! feel better.
I miss bouncy Rosey. A lot.
B took her to the doctor the other day. A virus, of course, was the culprit - one that was quietly decimating the local towns, and had been lasting five days to a week. According to that time-table, she should be feeling better soon.
Just not fast enough.