I live in the house of plague.
I have been through the worst cold ever.
My nose was throbbing.
I felt dizzy.
My throat had two spots that ached each time I thought about swallowing.
I learned how drunk Nyquil could make you.
(A lot, in case you were wondering.)
I was torn between thinking I would die and hoping I would die.
The kids weren’t allowed near me.
Pete said goodnight from the door.
I went to bed really early and bypassed this blog.
Trust me, you’re glad, I was so sick you could have gotten sick just from reading.
This morning I was feeling a little better. I could already feel the throat improving and the nose was normal sized.
“Mom, I don’t feel good.”
I looked to see Nathaniel with a look of misery that was all too familiar.
I would have been sick all over again if he could have never suffered this.
My poor boy.