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Friday, October 29, 2004
That’s Sick
Well, we’d been blessed for a great deal of this year. And now we begin the dreaded Winter (or, sick) months. Memories of the Great New Year’s Flu of 2004 are still pretty fresh and, now that Mia’s not part of the high-risk pediatric group, we know all too well what we have to look forward to.

The “sick” months started with something unrelated to season illness---a nice bout of viral nausea. She threw up the entire contents of her stomach at daycare Wednesday morning and was then fine for the rest of the day . . . until the evening when she puked up some juice and store-brand Crispix. And then some more after her bath, thus ensuring that she wouldn’t see the inside of the daycare for at least one more day.

I was home with her yesterday, along with Michelle (who was also sick). She spit up again yesterday morning, and was acting lethargic and ornery. I took her to the doctor, who told me that we were doing all the right things and that the virus was unfortunately lingering. She cried herself to sleep at naptime and awoke about an hour later refreshed and much better. She hasn’t thrown up since and is back at daycare. And my phone hasn’t rung all day.

The moral of the story: Any day you don’t get an adverse call from the daycare (or school) is a good day. Particularly when you earn 45 minutes of sick leave every week, and you just used about 11 hours in two days.

In other news, my car’s A/C drain is leaking into my car . . . again. Those motherfuckers.