I Scream, You Scream

Day 230:

There are only a few things that suck more than getting sick on vacation, Boy'O.  2012 has been the worst year I've ever had in terms of how many times I've had some kinda cough, sniffle, headache, sore throat, whatever...  I typically don't get sick and if I do, I bounce back straight away; 24 hours down and I'm back in the game...  Between last Monday and today though, I've been bone chilling, feverishly sick four times in 2012.  Complete drag!

I called the Doc this morning, had them order up some antibiotics for me, and between the orange juice, Airborne tablets, cough suppressants, and Z-Pack, and the gallon of water I put down, I went toe to toe with this thing... So far the illness is winning.  I'm still a bit down - shakes and all that, but I'll be good to go tomorrow.  And if I'm not, I'll lie about it.

Part of the effort to fight this saw me firing myself up and getting myself together to at LEAST take you on a walk, so me and Mommy put you in the stroller and went for a good long walk.  Moving in the Sun felt good.  It warmed me to my core and felt great to get the muscles working.  And on the way, why not stop and have a Banana Split?!  So we stopped for ice cream and a day on the bench... Beach breeze blowing, you smiling and giggling, and I cannot confirm nor deny whether or not I gave you your first taste of vanilla soft serve!

Right after, it was back to the house and back to bed... Again.  And then up for a half hour and then back to bed... Again.  Then up for dinner, a blog post, and back to bed... Again.  Mommy is out with girlfriends, you're asleep in your bed, and I'm muddling through a glass of whiskey - it cures what ails ya, Boy'O.

After a good long stare at the silvery moon, I feel my eyes getting a wee heavy.  And with that I'll bid you good night, Boy'O.  Here's to tomorrow being a day of health and happiness...

I love you, Conor.
-Dad