Mom and Dad took the kid on vacation to the lake, and all they got was a couple lousy cases of bronchitis.
One case, mine, is confirmed and duly medicated with antibiotics, steroids (insert Ahhhnold voice here), and a lovely bonus script of Tylenol with Codeine.
I'm guessing Tim will have a similar list for the drug store after he goes to the doc tomorrow.
Welcome to our mucus-filled, wheezing, hacking, groaning, aching mess.
Meantime, H got over his virus after only a few sniffles and is now whining because no one will play with him. "No one is being nice to me," he grouches.
We're a sorry bunch. As in, feel sorry for us.
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