Poor Little Alison~

Our little Alison hasn't missed a day of school due to illness all year. Well last night (thursday) she woke me up at 3 in the morning saying she wasn't feeling well. And then this morning she said that she was fine, she didn't have a fever or anything. Well I get to the school to take some photos for Gator Games (Field Day) and she was still feeling pretty bad, we stop be the nurses office and she is running a fever of 103.2,so we come home. I get her a dr appt at 2:20 and I called Kristi to come and watch Haydon and we are off to the dr (then Monette came over to watch Haydon)* Thanks so much chickies * We get tested for strep and it's negative. Then we get tested for the flu and sure enough she has type A flu. By the way she hated that test and cried for a good 20min. Poor thing. We are told with her medical history and stuff that we needed to head to Children's Hospital and get further tested for LOL Swine Flu, I thought he was kidding at first. So we head to the hospital, with a quick stop for the mommy to get a drink. Alison wakes up and ask why we are going to the hospital only for my to tell her the truth and her freak out, she doesn't want another flu test (doesn't like the swab up the nose). So we call Aunt Michelle to talk and get her mind somewhere else, which worked for a few minutes till I open the car door. She cries all the way in the er and triage and then to her room. The make her wear a mask and everything. Everytime the nurse or anyone walk in they have on the gown, gloves and mask. Her poor ear is infected as well. So we get a antibiotic for that as well as the tamaflu. The come in a check her and she calms down, we turn on the tv and watch cartoons. She finally ask for Gatorade, and she got BLUE and it was funny cause her tongue turned BLUE and she thought that was funny. The nurse comes in to do the test to send it off to the CDC, and it took two nurses and myself to hold that tough little cookie down. She is screaming as loud as she can (Which is loud, and I need my hearing check). We are done and they ask her if she wants a popsicle, and she choose a blue one and we are happy and out the door. Craig meets me at the grocery store, we get her meds and some grocery's. I send them home and I run to drop off some photos for some cliets, stop by my dad's and then to Target (Like I promised) for a Barbie and Jammies. She can't go to school all next week and she is mad and sad about that. She will miss her End of the Year Park Celebration and Kindergarten Graduation. We will have our own little party.