My entire house is filled with sick people. (except for the dog…she just died.) Ten days ago the pediatrician told us my son had Pneumonia. GRREEAATT! My wife and I brought him home and plugged in his Nebulizer. A nebulizer is an inhaler that is motorized and you plug it into the wall. You fill the cap with some type of breathing steroid and keep the mouthpiece in your mouth for about five minutes. My poor son had to do this every six hours. He looked like he was smoking a pipe while watching Spongebob with that damn thing in his mouth…smoke coming out the back end of it.

My boy started to get a little better. We have a wonderful pediatrician named Dr. Alison Mann who actually makes HOUSECALLS!!!!!!! (imagine that parents!) Dr. Mann came to the house Saturday to pick up the nebulizer and to give a follow up check up on the boy. While she was here in my house she told my wife and I that we had Bronchitis. Yeeaaaah! Wow, what a bunch of laa-mos. We all just sit around coughing and blowing our noses and aching. Our son is definitely the nicest sick person you will ever meet. if he didn’t sound like a seal at the zoo every time he coughed and of he wasn’t burning up with fever, you might not know he was sick at all. My wife and on the other hand continually just keep trying to take care of each other. We tell each other, “trust me…you are way sicker than I am”. it is a strange argument to have but not when you are completely in love. It’s funny because I haven’t been sick (other than the flu) and needed antibiotic in maybe five years. Now suddenly I have my prescription out on my nightstand and tell my self that the following morning I am really going to start feeling better. Deep down inside I know full well, just like every other time I have been sick..it takes a week. No matter how well you rest, get massaged, take vitamins, take hot baths…regardless…you are fucked for the next 7-10 days.

So, in review. We put the dog down last Wednesday and we have one pneumonia and two bronchitis…HAPPY HOUSE!!!!!!