102 degrees to be exact. And 1 1/2 teaspoons of bubble gum flavored Motrin poured down Girl-Child's throat. I quit! You win illness! What with your RNA virus and your Orthomyxoviridae family and your genetic diversity binding yourselves to target cells. You WIN! OKAY? Your laughter in the face of her fatigued antibodies incurs my wrath. But, alas I'm so totally and obviously inadequately armed. So, I will be in the corner. Fetal position assumed. Rocking uncontrollably. And scratching in a rhythmic motion at imaginary things in my hair. Speaking in tongues.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
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I hope you and your baby feel better soon!
goodness gracious land sakes alive! you guys have certainly been taking it on the chin, illness-wise; I think you need a nice, relaxing hospital stay in order to rest and recover. Not to mention learning more phrases like RNA virus, orthowhatever, and genetic diversity, from the Dr. Hotness who will of course be assigned to visit your bedside.
Girl, I feel ya! I'll blog about pretty soon, but we went down the same road right before Christmas.
Hope everybody --especially YOU -- recovers soon. Just think, only 3 more months til spring!
Bless you and your virus ridden family...
You and your poor family. It's starting to sound like a sanitorium over there. I'm sending healthy vibes your way. Feel better, one and all!
Thank you for the well wishes. As I type this, I believe all 3 kids are fine. Fine enough. Mr. Farklepants, however, seems to be dying. But he's just gonna have to man up. I'm done.
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