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Crispin definitely was sicker than I was giving him credit for and the boys and I now have some kind of death flu. I've spent the last couple of days in an achy, queasy near-coma, Crispin's flopped about feeling too crumby to even manage a decent complaint and both boys have scary, nasty croup. Ferdi was so wheezy Jamie took him to the doctor this morning and now he's on steroids!
I've just reached the point where I feel almost like myself (albeit a weak, blocked sinusey version) and Crispin is starting to get tetchy so is probably on the mend too. Now I'm just hoping I can recover to the point where I can care for myself and maybe even the boys before Jamie inevitably succumbs.
I've just reached the point where I feel almost like myself (albeit a weak, blocked sinusey version) and Crispin is starting to get tetchy so is probably on the mend too. Now I'm just hoping I can recover to the point where I can care for myself and maybe even the boys before Jamie inevitably succumbs.