Kintropy In Action

Mommy is headed out for a much needed break as I write.  Target.  Walgreens.  A wild hour-and-a-half of bachelorette consumerism!  Yeah, ok, not so wild, but she's had a hard two weeks.

First, there were Hannah's appointments.  The outcomes were great (heart fixed, planning to remove the trach in May), but the multiple trips across multiple days have been exhausting.

Then I got sick.  Not cough, cough, go lie down sick.  I'm talking Cameron, Ferris' friend, sick.  I *wish* I could cough out my lung - might feel better.  I've burned through three sick days this week alone - yuck.  The doctor thinks it's probably bronchitis; I think Hannah and I are sharing her special-exotic-germs (psudeomonus is my guess).

Yes, she's sick now, too.  Goopy, goopy, goopy.  She's doing much better than me, to be honest.  I'm laying here typing, resting on a moist heating pad, running neb treatments on myself every 2-3 hours.  She, on the other hand, is clapping to the music on t.v..

Hopefully, Hannah gets the easy course.  In the meantime, Gabriel is getting a little bark to his cough....

So, if you happen to be local, don't ignore the crossed woodplanks and "Plague House" signs on the door.  Check in with the ever-patient nurse-Mom before entering to make sure the coast is clear!

-- Dad (hack, hack - pity party - hack, hack)