It stared with taking my 8 year old to the ER when she couldn't breath at 2:00 AM. Croup, they diagnosed it. Then my 12 year old got it and slept through the weekend and couldn't talk. Now I have it and feel like I have pot shards and broken glass at the base of my throat. And a fever and a deep malaise. I get like this very rarely and wonder if I'll be able to run again someday...
Yes, I am a whining hypochondriac sometimes.
Yes, I am a whining hypochondriac sometimes.