Remember Sunday's Haiku
about vomit? Well, it turns out it wasn't just vomit, maybe it might be the flu. Or a cold. Or some deadly blood-vessel-in-the-eye-bursting-when-she-coughs, ear-wax-draining, low-grade-fever-running flesh-eating disease! Only minus the flesh-eating, at least so far. I hope.
Oh, and wonderful mother that I am? I sent her to school this morning. Ha!
She had no fever. Didn't have one yesterday at all either, just the cough. No vomit since the wee hours of Sunday morning. I thought for sure I was home free. The doctors office finally had a cancellation and was able to squeeze us in tomorrow morning, I figure since they were able to get us in that she should feel perfect by then. Isn't that the way it always works?
Oh, the fever? 99.2, no idea why the cheeks are so pink. At least pink is her favorite color.
