Gilberto has mono AND bronchitis. He's quite the wonder boy.
Me: So exactly HOW did you get mono, mister?
Gilberto: Oh, yeah, I heard from my cousin that it's called the kissing disease! So I guess I got it from you.
Me: But I don't have mono.
Gilberto: No, but you had it, and now you have Chronic Fatigue. And the doctor said once you have it, you always have it. So, yes, I think I got it from you.
Me: Oh. Actually, I do think I had a flair up not too long ago. I'm sorry!
Gilberto: So... how did YOU get it? How did YOU get mono, my sweet, innocent wife?
Me: Oh, you know, the usual way. I went on a camping trip and...
Gilberto: Okay, LaLaLaLa, I don't want to hear anymore!
I'm glad he spared me having to tell the story. It's a camping trip that should go down in the teenage Hall of Shame. Something to do with a dare that obviously turned out badly for me.
But that was LONG ago. Moving on!
His liver and spleen are enlarged, and he's been coughing so much I wouldn't be surprised if they flew out of his mouth. He's such a mess, poor thing.
But it hasn't stopped him from getting on the computer for hours on end and playing his super hero game. It's comforting to know that mono and bronchitis can't keep him away from saving the world and keeping the populace safe.
And since I gave him mono, it's only fair that he gave me bronchitis. Along with my ankle, we are QUITE the moaning, groaning pair. We've been making Gabi do a lot of fetching for us as we lay slumped on the furniture.
It's a wonder she hasn't run away from us yet. Oh, wait, was that what she was trying to do when I caught her climbing the fence yesterday?