Theraflu, take me away …
I’m sick again. I’m weak, congested and sneezy; a Theraflu cocktail sounds delicious right about now. This upper-respiratory crap has hit me twice already. This third time had better be the last. What a terrible winter it’s been.
Sophie’s just getting over a week-long bout of diarrhea (her first); truly adorable runny nostrils; and one feverish, bawling, sleepless night. I dispensed 80mg of liquid Tylenol through an oral syringe, bringing Sophie’s temperature down. Sophie looked cute licking the cherry-flavored stuff off her lips. We’ve burned through her diapers. My hands feel like alligator skin for all the hand-washing that I do. Her doctor saw her Monday; her advice matching what I had gleaned already from baby books. At least I know that Sophie now weighs 15 pounds, 8 ounces.
I think that Sophie’s over the worst. Can’t say the same for myself.
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