We’ve been hit. Devo’s down and out for the count. Amelie spiked a 101.8 fever in less than fifteen minutes while I was on the phone with my mom. Levi can’t decide whether he wants to run a low grade or not. Lia is jealous of Amelie’s dye-free motrin. I’m sucking down any and all home remedies for immunity boosting.
Yup, we’ve got the flu.
I hope it’s the swine flu…my mom was telling me that swine flu is only like a three-day-er, while influenza A lasts much longer. Or something.
Devo and I don’t get truly sick very often and kinda sick only occasionally, so I guess we’re due for some illness. Glad it’s before his brother comes in September.
I spent the morning stocking up on essentials like diapers and tillamook cheddar, washing dishes, getting the laundry *under control*, picking up the random debris. Just in case I’m the next one to fall victim to viral droplet inhalation.
I think this is all my fault. (Apparently I’m very superstitious this way). A few weeks ago, out of the blue, I told Devo that the next time I get sick, I’m expecting to take a regular sick day…just like any other hard-working person gets to do. Which means that he’d have to stay home from work and do ‘my job’. Well, what happens if I get sick now? I see my dreams for a day “off” relaxing in bed like the Sick Queen of Sheba falling by the wayside…