Okay, so we are working on Day 4, I think, of this miserable cold that has been going around. The first 2 days are beginning to look like heaven. There was the blissful silence of a high fever. We have officially entered the whining day. Apparently the fever has incinerated the ability to form words and has left in its wake a guttural moan relating to caveman speak. "Are you Hungry?", "Ehhhhauhhhuhhhhehhhhh"
I find myself, instead of trying to comfort the ailing child, wanting to launch myself out the window. Maybe it is the hunger pains rippling through my gut as I am forced to keep a clear liquid diet for the next 24 hours in order to prepare for what I am sure will be a wonderful experience with the gastroenterologist.
UNCLE!
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