Rumors of my Demise have been Greatly Exaggerated
I'm infinitely better than I was on Saturday and early Sunday. I ONLY had a cold. No biggy. It just wiped me out for 24 hours, but now I'm at full throttle once again, with the remnants being nothing more than mild congestion and an occasional deep throaty cough.
So I'm running through the house this evening, trying to get everything ready for one kid's soccer practice, while putting on my gi, and I'm coughing. Behind me I hear this 5 year old's voice saying, "Mom? Is your sickness going to make you die?"
Whaaa?
I said, "No little buddy, I only have a cold" and I kept doing what I was doing.
He replied, "Well Mrs. H died from her sickness."
I'm now completely still looking at my little blonde haired blue eyed munchkin man and I said, "No son, she had cancer. I have a cold. I will be fine" and he hippety skipped away.
Good Lord. Everytime I get sick is some kid going to think I'm about to die? Blech.
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