Not for the squeamish: Milk and snot and potatoes

[ailbhe]

Life when you're one and three-quarters: constant swallowing makes it easier to breathe, so you glug milk like there's no tomorrow. Eventually, the mucus you're swallowing is rejected by the stomach or points north thereof, and comes back up, bringing with it all that lovely milk and several totally unchewed lumps of potato. Then the fever sets in and we can all heave a sigh of relief that at long, long last your immune system has decided to get cracking.

Oh, but now it's MY fault you're poorly and I'm utterly rejected in favour of Daddy. Until you want milk again, presumably.

It's hard to sleep when you're ill like this, though. For, ahahaha, everyone.

(As I recover, Rob is getting worse, and as Linnea recovers, Emer is getting worse. Oh well.)

Comments

[barakta]

Meep. Best getting wellness wishes for Rob and Emer.

[ljgeoff.livejournal.com]

For some reason, I have dreams with you in them. Last night I dreamt we were supposed to meet up at WisCon, and we did end up seeing each other, but it was very noisy and chaotic, and the kids (yours and mine) were running all over the place.

Luke also has a cold. Fortunately, he is 7 and has learned how to blow his nose. I woke up stuffy on one side this morning, but I have the constitution of a Dwarf (not to brag, but I do).