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I Can Promise You This

I will not be blogging this whole month about H1N1. I swear.

Today? It's kicking ass and taking names in our house. For quite sometime today I was convinced that I had it. I felt like I was hit by a truck. I looked like it, that's for sure. I took a 3 hour nap with the baby and voila! I felt like I was hit by a bike. That' s how the pediatrician explained the H1N1 and the "regular" flu. The oinker makes you feel like you were hit with Maximum Overdrive and the "regular" shtuff? A bicycle. Granted, not one ridden by Lance Armstrong but you know what I mean.

My fabulous mother in law is sick. I feel horrible for her. She's been miserable all day long. My sister in law isn't feeling well either. She's pregnant and is concerned about our 19 mo old niece and the one baking. After we got the diagnosis on the boy, she called her clinic. She said NOW may I have something? The niece and sister in law go to classes on Mon evenings and the niece's best friend was there. Tues, the friend was sick. Twice now she has been to the hospital because of this.

Like I said, my three are all on the Tamiflu right now. The girls are still fine though I'll have to watch them closely this week. You couldn't tell the boy was sick at all. He hasn't had a fever since last night but will still miss this week of school. Poor thing, he is not happy about. No, really. He's not. He loves school. Seriously.

Stop laughing.


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