Public health announcement

The Fuzzylogic household has been attacked again by the dreaded "Man flu". It got worse by the weekend and seemed to get better temporarily during the exciting Grey cup match and lasted till cheering for the Saskatoon Riders and coming back soon after that. This dreaded sickness bug has a predominantly male preference and boy oh boy does it make the affected too tired to lift that finger for anything else other than the remote.

Symptoms include moaning and whining,preference to retire oneself under warm blankets on sofa for at least 3 days. It also causes desire for hot soups,obsessive checking of temperature and emitting loud woe-is-me groans. It waxes and wanes and surprisingly switching on the TV and
football matches seem to make the symptoms miraculously better. It also causes intense thirst for fluids preferably those bought from the popular pharmacy "Beer store". It also causes fluctuations in the energy level of the patient and any suggestions of work other than those involving computers and X box seem to bring on the symptoms more aggressively. The suggestion of childcare and cooking especially pushes the symptoms to I-AM-GOING-TO-DIE levels sometimes requiring admission to ICU. In fact we are planning to contact a lawyer just in case we might need to prepare a will.

Literature suggests that so far there have been no vaccinations available yet to combat this dreaded disease. But intense research is being conducted at the Sick and Tired Moms Hospital and hopefully one day a miracle cure can be found. Meanwhile the women have been advised to watch out for the signs and symptoms of the disease and report immediately to the Sick and Tired Moms Hospital when they come across it at their homes.

Some Do's and Don'ts to women dealing with man flu are:

Do's: Keep repeating "You poor baby,you are being so brave"
Offer plenty of TV time and warm food and mothering,tuck him with warm blankets,get a doctor's appointment by dialing the number yourself (since the illness renders his fingers nonfunctional beyond said remote) and moral support.

Don'ts: Saying "Get your butt off the sofa this minute and help me out"
Can aggravate it and cause him to surf Internet coming up with claims of some outrageous exotic disease and intensify the symptoms.

All women are also urged to generously donate towards research fund for search of cure for man flu. The cheques and get well messages can be directed to Fuzzylogic, Director of the Sick and Tired Moms Hospital, Sicknessville,
Blogland.

Meanwhile we are also releasing this video below for the benefit of general public which portrays a classic case of man flu. A 24 hr hot line is currently been made available at 1-800-MANFLU to answer all queries and concerns.

Florence is in town

It was a sad sad day when Mr. Chimp took ill. He just had retired to bed after a heavy meal consisting some cheetos,cheerios and potato chips ,washed it down with some milk (which he hated as it always ended up leaving his brown fuzzy fur all wet) when the cold bug struck. His shiny coat looked unhealthy than ever with years of being used by a little one as a wiping mop and being dragged all around the house. It was a long time he had been offered the laundry spa services and even though he hated being jostled around in that big white box and getting water up his snort, it left him always with a fresh smelling healthy looking fur and feeling great. But being the sweet self he was, he never complained,afterall he was still much better off than Mr.Giraffe who got thrown out of the window and fell into a muddy pool of water getting all his yellow coat turned brown by the little one in a fit of anger. Poor guy couldn't play the songs he was tuned to play due to depression that having mud in your insides brings. The sloppy kisses however by the little one did help a bit,you see the little one other than those transient fit of tantrums is quite a kind kid. But the Giraffe still nursed some raw wounds.

Amidst of all other friendly inhabitants inside the toyland,it was an undisputed fact that Mr.Chimp was still the most favorite. He has been around long before the little one arrived . He came all the way from China (it said so on the tag he has at his tush even though he always contemplated why he never looked quite asian and hated noodles) and was elated when the little one picked him as a confidant from the pack. He didn't mind being drooled over like there was no tomorrow or having his nose and ears gnawed at all the time, being poked and dragged around like a rag doll,being touched and hugged with sticky fingers and sticky noses all the time. So when Mr. Chimp took ill he was a sight to behold and with the runny nose and sore throat he felt more stuffed than ever. He wondered for a minute if he ought to get an appointment with those fine ENT doctors he often saw on the animal planet. The stuffed paw didn't help much in punching the numbers he soon realized. He still tried to be cheerful with the little one and when she gave out her best hugs to him did he feel a little better. Afterall he was still the leader of the pack and he had to set a good example for the rest of the younglings who often seemed to be full of themselves on how to conduct oneself with dignity even in difficult times. Especially the recently recruited bunch,just the other day he had to intervene to break up a fight between the white bunny and Tweety who was teased because she had developed a mouldy coat. Kids these days!Mr.Chimp sighed. He certainly had his work cut out for him and now this cold was threatening to spoil it.

The little one however was quick to notice that her buddy was not being himself. Wiping her own leaking faucet of a nose with a tissue she scratched her little head thinking how she could help him. It was at that moment she found her Florence nightingale calling. Off she hurried into the room and came back with all her nursing paraphernelia. Mr. Chimp was then unceremoniously made to lie down on the pillow and asked to rest and relax. Ah,serves him right thought the evil Giraffe hoping he will get smeared with some of the little one's snot. Much to the toys surprise the little Florence took it on herself to clear up his blocked passages with the nasal aspirator. Ah,heaven Mr.Chimp thought as she expertedly got rid of all the yellow gooey stuff off his stuffed nose. This was followed by a medicine dropper which also delivered some yucky tasting liquid down his throat. This is for your fever Mr.Chimp the little one whispered as she coughed and patted him and hugged him to make him feel better.

All the toys watched this scene with intense jealously. The teddy bear grumbled under his breath saying why he had not gotten the bug inspite of being left out on the balcony whole night in the cold by the little girl. As they watched, the little one tucked Mr.Chimp into his bed and kissed him goodnight. She then tottled around to her room saying goodnight to all her toys so as to put a smile back on their faces. She then rushed off calling after her lazy mama to get her to bed with her bedtime story. Teddy announced how they would all take turns to entertain the kid till she and Mr.Chimp get nursed back to health from this nasty cold. The Giraffe made up it's mind it would do everything under the sun to usurp Mr.Chimp soon. Afterall it's a toy eat toy world right. Not my nose though she declared,never sacrificing nose for that kid to chew again even though she scores high on the cute factor. Unaware of all the conspiracy Mr.Chimp slept on..Tomorrow would certainly be a new day!

Sick note

Sick and tired down with a flu

How the virus found me I haven't a clue

Chasing a toddler and nursing a cold

With runny nose I'm a sight to behold

Will blog back when I'm feeling good

Just a couple of days I'm sure I should

My blog friends you all take care

Will catch up on all your posts soon I swear

Sickness wars-Episode I-The Diarrhoea menace

Nopes,this story is probably not as interesting as the Star wars and certainly not available in wide screen version nor the dvd(you can heave a sigh of relief). It all started when our little peaceful planet of Fuzboo was attacked by this nasty bug.It was well aimed at the young Ina who is definitly a promising Jedi in the making. So Hubby-Gon Jinn and Fuzzy-Wan Kenobi had to embark on an arduous journey to protect the little one.Probably the bug travelled down the gut of that 15 month old child who inspite of being sick was brought to the story time at the library. It happily jumped up on young Ina and started its puke and diarrhoea fest. You never realize how hard mom Jedis work until you have a little one coming down with unchecked flowing transit of the intestinal baggages created by the dark forces. And when it happens rest everything around the home planet stops,laundries get piled up overnight,grocery are left undone,books unread,floors unswept,dishes unwashed,the only one thing gets the top priority handling the poor bawling little one and her unchecked bottom. No lightsabers can make the task any easier.

It made me remember the days when I used to fall sick. I had one such tired mom Knight too who used to attend to me with a nice warm soup,cuddles and vicks vaporiser. There always were warm washcloths against my hot forehead,there always were yucky nasty smelling medicines in dark bottles,white or yellow capsules which were detested but yet forcibly shoved into the throat and a cool thermometer inside the mouth. It seems yesterday but here I am doing the same with my own little one. I guess it all comes around a full circle. Haven't we all had those moments,I somehow think mom knights always had that special touch when it used to come attending her sick little ones. They indeed are superheroes.I can certainly vouch mine definitly was!

Coming back to sickday woes of Fuzzboo planet,everything we gave to Ina came right back either through the top or the bottom. I also realized how hard it is to get the stubborn little one to get to drink those nasty tasting electrolyte solution. We tried the orange flavor,lemon flavor,the popsicles,nada....her stubborn little mouth stayed clamped shut. There's a reason why at times some old parenting values come in hand,we got down and pried her little mouth open and got a syringe to pour it inside. Desperate times call for desperate measures.My mom laughed when I told her this saying now I knew how hard it was for her to get the medicines inside me too as a kid and how it was never easy fighting the dark shadows of the sickness forces. She was mighty pleased that her grand daughter finally got me to realize what a pain I had been. The young Ina clung to me like a creeper to a tree refusing to let go,all I did was sit through with her and soothe her little self changing the smelly diapers (they can make you swoon and go run to grab your smelling salts,certainly not for the weak hearted) not to mention the little sore bottoms which had to be shielded with loads of anti rash creams,hold her as her tired little body snuggled for comfort and slept. My solitary bathroom trips were certainly the giddy moments of freedom I experienced. Laundries continued to pile up like a mountain as more sweatshirts and onesies adorned in the bodily fluid embellishments joined the heap.

Honestly I have no recollection of how the day looked outside the home in other little planets of yours(will make a visit over to all your planets soon)or when the weekend came and sashyed its brilliant sunshine around and left a soggy looking weekday or who beat whom at the World cup Cricket match on Sunday(I blame it all on the Sith Lord's dark plans) . All I know is how my little one braved it all and today after a tiring weekend she managed to eat well and smiled as brightly as she did before the bug struck her. Somehow that made me it all worthwhile,I guess those are the moments which make you feel good about being a parent Jedi and that you did what perhaps needed to be done in the right way. As for the dirty little bug menace he certainly won't last long as he is now on his last legs. Right now though I'm off to give much needed TLC to the little sick one. But I cannot rule out that the thought of relaxing in this nice massaging chair all stretched out limp with a nice cool Margarita definitly seems sooooo much appealing at this moment!All seems to be well again in Fuzboo planet.

Though the Hubby-Gon Jinn was slightly injured in the dark forces attack and is currently recovering himself from the diarrhoeal side effects it's another day of victory for the forces of the light!Wohoo!

Sickness rants

The flu bug has struck my home.And it has hit not only one but 2 whiny babies.One is a little one whom I had to squeeze through a narrow passage of my body and the other is a big whiny one who is incidently married to me.So both of them huffed and puffed,whined and moaned,frankly it was hard to distinguish between the adult form and the infant form of suffering.Honestly I think most married men revert back to their infant form when they get sick.The first bout of cough will make them see stars and couple it with a runny nose they think they all have to curl up now and die.Both demanded attention and frequent nursing.One would bellow for milk and one would look up with puppy eyes and exaggerate his cough and ask "Honey,I am too sick and I can't move,could you pass that tv remote for me?" Oh ya,didn't you hear of tele therapy for cold?it's really read as television-therapy for cold if you get the drift.While I went on to wipe the snot from the little one's nose the elder one would be next asking me to get some tissue and whether I could call and order some chinese hot and sour soup for him.I assure you he would take a bullet like a man,lift that heavy crowbar and exhibit his muscles,single handedly fix the car and the bathroom fixtures but give the man a flu and he will crumble into a mushy pile of human remains confined to the sofa under a blanket.

Him:(with a loud moan )Honey,can you call the office for me and tell them I won't be able to come for few days?

Outer me: yes will do that

Inner me:The phone is right there next to you,when you can reach for the remote then probably you can reach for that sucker and do it yourself!

Him:Why is she crying?is she hungry?

Outer me:Yes I think so

Inner me:No,I think she is just having fun eating her snot,and is just filling up her reserves so she can regurgitate them back into the bottles and drink later when she is really hungry

Him:Uggh..my throat hurts so bad....could you make that ginger pepper tea,mom used to make it all the time for me when I was sick

Outer me:Yes I will do it once I feed the baby and put her to bed

Inner me:%^&*!

Him:Uggh..my head hurts now,this ginger pepper tea is not like what mom makes,I think you forgot to add something and why is she still crying?didn't you give her the medicine?

Outer me:I don't know

Inner me:#$%^^^#$@!Yes I did forget to add something called as "Learn to appreciate" in that damn tea!And as for the baby she had just written on the floor with her snot that she just felt bored and wanted to cry!

Him:I'm soo tired,do you think this is cancer?

Outer me:The doc did say it was just a flu

Inner me:Cancer!#$%^&,if this is cancer by this standards I SHOULD have ceased to exist long long back and died of Metastasis!I really need to get the pacifier from the little one's mouth and stuff it in yours!

I am really not too unreasonable,I don't mind the tea,or the soup,or the extra blanket,or even a cuddle when my man is sick.I do love the guy but seriously guys should come around with labels of warning of how they can relapse into those momma's little boys who whine and mop around when they get sick.By the way did I mention I was sick too,no probably because I never got to enjoy my sick days lying around on the sofa watching tv,catching up on sports,huddled in a warm blanket without doing a thing for 3 days,getting served in bed,sipping nice warm tea not having to deal with the wiping snot,butts and feeding,changing,entertaining a sick crying baby and sleeping whenever I wished to.Hey that doesn't sound sick to me,it is a freaking luxury cruise vacation!The most I managed throughout the ordeal was perhaps a hour of an afternoon nap when I had successfully knocked out both the whiners into their beds but only to be interrupted by a call by the mother in law who wanted to tell me how to make that ginger pepper tea for her loving son and was surprised that being a mom I was sleeping my butt off when her big baby and her small grand child were both feeling unwell!what a blasphemous act!After the phone call I realized I couldn't afford the luxury of enjoying a sick role anymore.

Moms don't get sick,they just get over it in a second.