Nov's illness

It all started back on the evening of New Years. For the second night in a row, Nov isn't feeling well.....Nanny had made cabbage rolls, and the queen of picky eaters wanted nothing of the sort. About half an hour before dinner, she began hysterically crying, hyperventilating and running around like Chicken Little. "I'm gonna be sick! I'm gonna be sick!" So she gets out of having to eat the cabbage rolls and never even vomitted.

The next night she is fine. We go to a restaurant with my sister and her family. As soon as we walk into the restaurant, Nov announces she is going to the bathroom. She is there about 5 minutes, and I swear I can hear her crying in there. So I go in there and she seems fine. I ask her if she's okay, and she says yes. I go to leave and she starts her Chicken Little thing again. Now, the darn bathroom is like the worst echo chamber ever, so I'm sure the entire restaurant can hear here. And she won't let me leave. Finally I get out and go back to the table where husband-o says he'll take care of it. He takes her to the mens' room. They come back in 5 more minutes and she looks sad.

To make a long story short, basically she has pulled this same shit for the past week. We took her to the doctor the morning after the Mexican restaurant episode. Told him she has pulled this before and I think it is just an evasion issue. I think he was able to read between the lines. He told her it would probably be gone in a few days and that it was probably just a mild stomach bug. (Yeah, right, one that only comes on at dinner time!) She was told to avoid citrusy/acidic foods and that she could take Mylanta when it did hurt. Needless to say it only took one dose of Mylanta to make her stop asking.

Well, Thursday night it morphed from "I'm gonna be sick!" to "I have a fever" and she was wanting to constantly take her temperature. We humored that for a day or two. It was actually kinda funny because she took it so much that she got chapped lips right in the center where the thermometer would stick out.

Sunday we decided that if she wanted to take her temperature, she'd have to pay $5.00 to use the thermometer. Believe it or not, she paid it twice. Once Sunday and then again on Monday. Tonight before bed, she actually said "mom, I forgot to pay for the thermometer." I had been at a meeting, so I asked her "did you take your temperature?" She said "no" so I sent her to bed.

Even as a toddler, she was this stubborn. I can remember an incident when she would call for us from her bed. I would come in and give her the "if I have to come back in here, I'm gonna smack your butt" routine. She'd say okay and wait a few minutes and call for me again. When I couldn't take it anymore, I'd get up and go in there. She actually stood up in her bed and turned around and said "mom, smack my butt." Ugh!!!!!!!

What am I in for 10 years from now? Heaven help me!