Sicky Sunday

Day 235:

While I awoke several times through the night coughing and wheezing, Mommy did her best to both ignore me while also ignoring her own developing cough.  And though she made it through the night, the morning would be vastly different.

When I finally came to after mucking through night sweats and hacking coughs, I awoke feeling much better.  Seems the medications I picked up yesterday evening were getting the job done.  Though because Mommy wasn't prescribed the same, she would receive no such reprieve and in fact, we simply switched places.

I've stayed steady with the meds and my ills have definitely subsided a great deal; despite the cough and  mild congestion, I feel fine.  But Mommy still has a ways to go and may even be heading to the doctor tomorrow.  It's all wait and see for her now.

As for you, well, you're just generally congested it seems.  We keep giving you the nebulizer treatments and they seem to work for a time, but you're forever fighting something.  Never the less, your pediatrician seems totally unconcerned and simply attributes your seemingly never ending cold to day care.  One thing is for sure, it's not affecting your mood or your growth, so I guess I'm not all that concerned with it either.

So here it's been a solid two weeks for me being ill through work, through our vacation, and through everything in-between, but it would seem that I'm back.  And just in time, too.  For tomorrow, I'm up at 5:30am and we're walking and running, Son.  Yes sir, I'm "Reshaping Daddy" (or a similar title), a new blog I'm going to begin writing, also daily, talking through the workout and dietary habits of a man who's committed to reshaping himself.  The days of over indulgence are coming to an end for me, Conor. It's time I set myself set-up for longevity.  And Mommy says she'll be joining me in my efforts, just as soon as she's healthy...

Change is good, Conor.  Especially once you realize the problem is you.  Then it's simply a matter of fixing the problem, right?  So here's to dropping 40lbs, Son.  And living a longer, happier, healthier life with the Lion Heart.

I love you, Conor.
-Dad