Sick

The Squire has pneumonia. After days of symptoms, we made a visit to the pediatrician who prescribed breathing treatments and an enormous horse pill I am obliged to grind up and mix in pudding like a deranged New Age cult leader. The poor guy has been very sick. In all, he's missed a week of school, ditched church twice, and has spent the better part of the last 9 days lying on the couch watching TV and playing video games. The patient's favorite foods have been delivered, chores have been suspended, friends have brought care packages AND...

it is driving his sister totally insane.

“He get's everything!” is her latest allegation. If you include an inflammatory condition of the lungs, she's right. Sadly, his illness is her new affliction and I'm certain no amount of pudding will cure it.