Sick sick sickety sick.

And we're all sick, bringing Elle's visit (she planned to stay at our place) to a screeching halt. She ended up staying with Kim and minimizing her time in contact with all of us febrile sickos.

I've been making a frantic push to get laundry done, despite persistent laryngitis and fevers of 102-104. It didn't get done before I had to go be on call.

On call?

Why yes. Despite being actively, feverishly ill, I've dragged my sorry ass in to Gillette Children's. I'm wearing a mask and washing my hands. That's the best I can do, see: if I'm not here? There's *nobody* to take care of these kids, and I mean *nobody*, since the back-up call system is only meant for emergencies of the 'oop, I miscarried' or 'um, I'm coughing up bright red blood' type.

Now I have to finish these two consults.

Signing off, and hoping your day is better than mine...

Separate Entry: Rooisms of the weekend

Rooism #1:

"Roo, do you have a tail?"

"Yah."

"Where's your tail?"

"Right-HERE." *grabs his crotch*


Rooism #2:

"Can you say 'edible'?"

"No, Mommy. NO. I *can't* say 'edible'."