I am sick. Really and truly sick. I even took a sick day and felt no guilt whatsoever that maybe I wasn't sick enough to have a "sick day." Because I am. My 5 year old was sick, too so I took him to the doctor. I refuse to acknowledge that I'm sick because I don't get sick. So with absolute glee, my little boy climbed up onto the table, stuck out his tongue and conversed with the doctor. I heard something about cloudy ears and antibiotics and then I just turned it off. It hurts when sound reaches my eardrums. We drove back home, I turned on the television, brought in the dog, and let the babysitting begin. I crawled back into bed and swam somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness. The kids came home from school. I might have acknowledged them. I made chicken noodle soup from scratch. I couldn't even think. My husband caught me in a sway and asked what he could do. I grunted some terse instructi...
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