Recovering

Good grief.

We got back home last Tuesday after 37 hours of travel and promptly caught The Croup.  All of us.  Including my mom, who is very sad that she lives with us right now. 

It's like we visited the 1800s and brought back an extinct medical souvenir.*  Except that our Dr. told us The Croup has been making a big comeback the last coupla years.  Who knew! 

I might stop joking about how The Plague is going to resurface, just in case. I don't want to be the asshole who everyone hates because I thought The Plague was all hilarious.   

The Croup isn't all that bad.  For kids.  Kids who get the The Croup sound like barking baby seals.  It's darling!  Well, it's darling AFTER you've been reassured by your pediatrician that you're child IS getting enough oxygen.  And kids can still run and play and eat while they have The Croup.  BONUS, it's in slow-mo.

Adults who get The Croup, on the other hand, feel like they are about to die and can't climb out of bed, even when they can smell bacon wafting up from the kitchen.  EVEN when said bacon is hand delivered an inch from their nose.  We lay in bed like Gulliver, tied down by the little folks of Lilliput. 

We are all in recovery now.  Though Gabi was sent home today, her first day back at school, with a fever.  And my Croup has turned into strep throat.  And Mason's Croup has turned into pneumonia.  Our house is swimming in steroids and antibiotics (and probiotics, for after). 

I think by tomorrow I'll be well enough to clean the house and start putting up decorations!  And to make it worth the mere two weeks they'll be up until Christmas, they'll be staying up through January as well.  Though to be honest, decorations always stay up through January.  It's just this year I don't have to admit it's because I'm lazy.

Oh, and if none of this makes sense, it's because I'm effed up on a myriad of meds.  Codeine is my friend.

*I totally stole that from my friend Megan.