The Sick of Moltar

I don't like it when I'm sick. Good thing I'm not sick then, 'innit? :)

Unfortunately, Alex is.

Thursday evening, she felt just fine and then not unlike a freight train (you know, the one like you think is the light at the end of the tunnel) it hit her in the middle of the day on Friday. Bad hacking cough, temperatures up and down. At one point, she had 8 blankets on her and was still cold.

I know she'll be fine, and I love playing Florence Henderson...um, I mean Florence Nightingale for her: "No no...stay on the couch...anything you need, I'll go and get for you...you need to rest...don't exert yourself..." I know it's hard for her and she feels like total ¢®@¶, not being albe to do much of anything. I know for me the worst part of me being sick is not the actual sick, but the laying on the couch watching tv tends to get old after 10 hours or so...

Get well soon, baby.