I am sick sickety sick sick. Strep throat is the enemy. He has taken razor blades to my tonsils. They feel like infected golf balls stuck to the back of my tongue. I talk like a wookie. My body has been fighting fevers valiantly with fits of sweat and shivers. I barricade myself beneath blankets all day long.
The husband is in MN doing residency interviews. The kids and I hide out at the in laws all day. I have the best in laws. Their generosity makes me cry like a baby. I feel like a baby--a baby that takes four advils a few times each day. It can only get better?
I'm supposed to get my mole's results tomorrow. I hope i dont have melanoma.
ONCE upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a queen. She lived a lovely life in her cottage sized castle with her husband and their three sons: Atrain the brave-heart; Jdog the jolly; and Doodle, the daring baby. The queen had a good heart, and she loved her boys with every piece of it. Every day in Frandsenland she works and plays and does her very best NOT to be evil. Sometimes she succeeds. This is her diary.
Jack was in Rochester the same time as jonny. Sorry you are sick. I hope you don't have melNoma either!
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