|Mother and conjunctivitis-riddled son, washing dishes|
together, Wednesday morning. With hindsight, maybe
not the brightest of ideas.
Freak. Demon-eyes. Pinko. Alien spawn. Watermelon woman.
At this time of year, with its great emphasis upon giving and receiving among loved ones, the above is a mere sampling of the good-natured insults that Amanda and I have exchanged. Yep, you've probably already guessed it. This week, we were given the gift of conjunctivitis.
Trinidad has been in the midst of something of an epidemic these past weeks. For most of the last month, a good number of our friends in the community have been struck down by the highly contagious pink fiend; albeit, to varying degrees. By last weekend, we had somehow managed to steer clear of it, and assumed we were home and dry.
That was until Sunday night, when I felt some low-level itching and throbbing in the middle of the night, and struggled to get back to sleep. Sure enough, the mirror confirmed the worst, and Sam was next in the firing line. Still, for us lads, said mirror and Amanda's barbs were the only reminders of our ocular abnormality; the pain and irritation were minimal. Any pink remaining was of a decidedly Financial Times hue.
So we were glad that the worst seemed to have passed, and especially that Amanda had somehow kept out of its path of destruction.
That was until I woke up on Thursday morning next to an extra from a Star Trek episode set on Planet Zug-Zug. Overnight, Amanda's eyes had swollen to the size of small rugby balls (and more league than union, I might add). Not that I could see them, as it took vast quantities of chamomile tea (supposedly the best solution) just to be able to open the eyelids, stuck together with no end of gunge and gloop. Dynamite wouldn't have gone amiss. The eyes themselves were blood-red and highly painful. A few hours later, she was gripped by a fever.
|Sam shows off a little stable decoration he made at the club |
All this, and Sam's tearing around the house like Hurricane Humphrey. Did this have to happen during the school holidays?
Anyway, with a little help from good friends, we were able to subcontract Sam's care, and I was freed up a little to attend to Amanda, whose eyes haven't shaken off that redness, but the pain is significantly reduced and they have reverted to their normal, beautiful, shape.
Working, as we do, in a health institute, meant we were necessarily based at home for the whole week, and that enabled me to work on end-of-year updates for FT sponsors and our own supporters, as well as starting to prepare for next weekend's Christmas Eve service, where I'll be giving a short evangelistic talk.
On that note, Sam's been able to get along to holiday club again this week, where much of the activity is building towards that same Christmas Eve service. And on Monday, he had his little end-of-year show with his class from school, in which he more than held his own in the much sought-after part of Bunny Rabbit #3.
|Sam with one of his teachers, Valeria, |
on Monday evening.
Oh, and Amanda's Mum is arriving on Tuesday for an extended visit. I do hope she packs her goggles.
- That Amanda recovers soon from her conjunctivitis.
- For Amanda's mother's (Selene) travels over the next few days.
- For Sam's largely cooperative behaviour during these difficult days.
¡Que Dios les bendiga!
Craig & Amanda