Kate got nailed with the swine flu this week. After a miserable night with a fever came more miserable days of coughing and more coughing. Tonight? More coughing. After dinner she sneaked over between the refridgerator and the wall to cough her brains out. Honestly, I was afraid I would have to get out the mop and clean something up.
I feel sad for her because I don’t understand what it is like to have asthma so bad that even the slightest cold knocks you out for two weeks. After reading to her the other night at bedtime I said, “Kate, you’re so special. Heavenly Father gave you a special body. You’re special aren’t you?” She looked up at me with such tender eyes as if to say, “Thanks Dad, I needed that.”
Audrey was quite excited to have a mask from the doctor’s office. Since she had/has a cough too, I was kind of grossed out when she just hung her germy mask on the back of her chair at dinner. Needless to say, I was disinfecting the kitchen later.
Speaking of sick, how about this one:


