If there is something in the world I hate (and hate is a strong word) it’s when my daughter is sick! If I could have three wishes from a genie they would be the following:
1) Assure me my daughter will always be OK and never be sick!
2) Give me a blank check to an endless supply of cash.
3) A dutch crunch sandwich from the old “Kelly’s Sandwiches” in Belmont (Ham, American Cheese, Pesto Sauce and a little Pepper)
I might as well be sick to because all I think about during the day is how she’s feeling. If you’ve read my previous posts you know that my daughter has had a history of febrile seizures. She is high energy and full of life so it’s easy to determine when she isn’t feeling good (lathargic/slower/glassy eyed look). To see her like that just deflates me. Although wish #1 (listed above) isn’t possible I still wish I could be like the guy in Stephen King’s “The Green Mile” and suck the venom/sickness out of her and into me! No bueno.
This morning she woke up still a little under the weather. A scratchy throat and a clearly irritable cough that we’ve probably all had at one point in our lifes. It happens right? When is someone going to invent a medicine that instantly makes you better.?…..And no I’m not talking about alcohol.
Bottom Line: Being Sick is for Assholes! It’s not fair and shouldn’t fall on children. (That’s my whining for the day!)