Today I didn't send my daughter, who's almost 7, to school because she has lice - for the 7th time (but that's another horror story altogether). So she went to my mother's for the day, and went out for lunch with my mother and my sisters, ate wings, fries, and a fajita, and then hung out at my sister's house for a while. So when I get to my mother's at 5:30 - and we have to be home for a 6:30 appointment with "The Lice Squad" - my wonderful and very understanding mother says, "I have to tell you something. Did you see the pile of puke on the sidewalk in front of my building? Well, it was her. But she's been fine ever since, and has been begging me for food all afternoon. I'm sorry that this will panic you, but I thought I had to tell you."
Seems that on the way back to my mother's, she started feeling really hot and "carsick", she said, and as soon as she got out of the car, she threw up in two spots, and then immediately felt better. She told me she'd been scared, but my sister and mother said she didn't even cry, that she was cool about the whole thing. And indeed, she was in fine form all evening, joking around while she had a two hour lice treatment.
Am I scared of tonight? Absolutely. Am I scared of myself, my husband and my 14 month old son getting it? Totally. But yet, at the same time, I feel shockingly calm.....I guess my therapist will get an earful when I see him on Friday.
<font size=\"4\"><font color=MAGENTA><font face=\"Times New Roman, Times, serif\">It can, and does, get better with time.</font></font></font>