From within the sanitarium

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The chain of medical misery apparently goes like this: from ex-mom-in-law (migraine) to me (strep) to ex-dad-in-law (24-hour flu) to Nik. Yes, we have a sick boy-child on our hands, complete with diarrhea and a 102° fever. It's heartbreaking, really, because when he gets hit with something like this, he turns into a red-cheeked little bundle of lethargy, and becomes a complete cuddle-bug. So I spent a goodly amount of time today curled up on the couch with him, watching Conie the Cow or whatever else struck his fancy. Luckily Motrin is doing what it's supposed to, but it's only a temporary fix, I'm afraid. Poor lad. (And unfortunately, this also means that Abbey will be next. Sigh...)