Little sleep, long waits and more pink eye…

Turns out our little scare with pink eye isn’t over just yet. When I got home from work, Ethan greeted me with two red eyes and a lot of junk in his eyelashes. Leah wanted to take him into the walk in clinic the next day, but I wouldn’t hear of it. Leah stayed home and took care of Jonathan and Chris and I took Ethan to the hospital. We kept Ethan in a stroller so that no one would touch him and vice versa. Even though Ethan has a rather nasty bacterial infection, that was also very, very contageious… we were still forced to wait two and half hours before Ethan was finally given his own room away from the rest of the patients in emerg.

Even though Ethan was grumpy and tired (two hours past his bedtime) and crying to go home, we managed to luck into a room that had a TV… and treehouse helped us wait the other three hours before a doctor finally came in. He looked at Ethan’s eyes for around thirty seconds, then took a minute to write up the prescription and poof, he’s gone. After waiting for over four hours… that’s all we got. Couldn’t spare that little time during two hours when he was in a room full of people were open to exposure, could he? Course not, so if anyone gets pink eye or if there is an outbreak in Hamilton in the next week or so at the hospital, we’ll know why.

So when we got our hands on the prescript, Chris and I split up to save time. Chris took the bus to get the prescript filled at a 24 hour drugstore while I took Ethan home to finally get to bed… at midnight. Almost four hours after his usual bedtime. Ethan slept rather well, but Leah and I didn’t since Jonathan woke up in the middle of the night for the first time in over a week. Now that’s timing. Now in the morning, I gave Chris and Leah the riot act on how to deal with Ethan’s new infection. We’re doing our best to get Ethan to take his drops, but he’s fighting them. Jonathan is confined to his playpen until further notice to resduce contact with Ethan… and Leah and Chris are going to clean the house on a molecular level while I’m at work.

I washed up before I left for work and washed up when I arrived. It’s the best I can do but I’m rather confident that I’m not going to get the disease myself. Since my Iritis, I’ve still got a good supply of my own eye droppers. I’ve been taking one drop in each eye once per day since Leah got her first pink eye. This shit I take for my eye problems is likely a hundred times more stronger than anything Leah took for hers. So I’m safe… for now.

We at least will have a little help later on today. Mom is coming into town to visit, so it will be nice to have a nurse on hand to offer advice and help applying drops to the eyes of a screaming child. That’s just going to be fun, fun, fun! But it will be nice to see her. Leah was telling me her eyes were starting to hurt again too so I’m hoping she doesn’t get it back too. We’re supposed to go to the ACC for the Furtado concert tomorrow, so I’m hoping those plans are still a go for Wednesday.

So it’s time to get to work. Hope everyone has a decent Tuesday and I’ll be around to leave a little love via the notes…

Peter