Life in the sick lane
WEDNESDAY, December 16 – Sick as a dog. Felt my temperature shooting up yesterday. Diarrhea. Sander offered to take the dog out, but then he got sick, too – only after he’d tucked me into bed and made me promise to check my temperature.
Eamonn had a sleepover at a friend’s house and I asked if he could stay an extra night. He preferred to come home: ‘I want to be with my dad.’ He brought me an extra pillow.
Better sick now than later in the week: Monday we’re off to the States.
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