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When I was a kid, I loved being sick. Not seriously ill, but sick enough to not have to go to school. My mom let me sleep on the sofa and watch cartoons while drinking ginger ale. To this day, I think Bugs Bunny and a chocolate milk shake can cure all that ales you. Being a mother and being sick . . . that just sucks.
All day Wednesday I had a fever and felt achy. I spent the entire day on the living room floor watching the Dude chase after a ball with CNN playing in the background. I could not decide what to do so I called Dr. Mom, aka my mom.
Thursday I felt a bit better and so I soldiered on. Friday the Dude took a turn for the worse and developed a fever and a cough. He laid on the floor, barely moving. We took him to the doctor, who was worried about his breathing so she put him on antibiotics just in case.
This weekend the two of us are not much better. We are both still pretty stuff and cough all the time. I finally broke down and went to a doctor today. He smiled.
"Yeah, it is just a virus. Go home and take an aspirin. Sometimes you have to power through."
I swear that I thought he was going to punch my arm. He must of noticed my disgust.
"Look on the bright side. It usually lasts two weeks, and you already have one behind you."
There you have it. A silver lining in the midst of my snot.
The Dude is moving around a bit better and as you can see from the video, he has conquered the step in our living room. The stairs must be next.