Or maybe I'm exaggerating. What the doctor actually said was, "Wow. You're thisclose to pneumonia." And then proceeded to put me on some heavy-duty antibiotics, an inhaler and orders to stay home and rest.
But it's sunny and beautiful and 30 degrees outside!!
And I can barely lift my head off the pillow.
Little Boo has mild bronchitis that has hung on for about a month now. He's still pretty energetic, but we've missed lots of fun that would normally be a part of summer. And I'm feeling guilty.
This kind of illness is supposed to come in the dead of winter. You know, when you don't want to go outside or do anything anyway.
What a rip-off.