I'm not sure if any of you read my prior post about my youngest son being sick and riding out this beast of a virus etc. Low and behold now this viral bastard moved in on my oldest son, so once again we sit and wait for it to depart.
Where does this crap come from? The doctor told me that there are 77 strands of strep throat. Really 77? How come not 76 or 79? In my opinion I think there is so much more out there then anyone really knows. I also think that the government releases these diseases to see who and where it affects the population the most. He is always conjuring up a conspiracy theory of some sort thinking we are targets for experiments. Holycow I sound like my dad. This kind of thinking is a result of lack of sleep so forgive me and don't think I'm some kind of quack. All though in my opinion there is a little "quack" in all of us. Dad, I'm not calling you a quack per say, but then again your antics were always on the eccentric side. Here I go again getting off the point of what my whole blog was suppose to be about, my mother.
Anyway, I called my mother and gave her an update on the youngest rug rat and informed her that the oldest grandson(James) is now the carrier of this repugnant microorganism. Giving her step by step details of starting of my day at 4 a.m. with giving him a temped bath to bring his 103.4 temp down, dispersing him Tylenol and whatnot so after 20 mins of giving her this run down she then proceeds to ask how James is doing ???? I said ma, that's who I was talking about for the past 20 minutes!
Is that how I am going to get? My memory is already shot. I swore to myself I wouldn't end up like that, but at this point I feel it is truly inevitable. I can see it happening already. Lovely.
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