We Need Us Some of That Medicine

Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis.  ~Jack Handey, “Deep Thoughts,” Saturday Night Live

Click here to hear some of that medicine – The Boy Laughing

We’ve been ill around here for the last little bit.  A noxious, soul-destroying cold, first imported into the Land by Spouse, has layed us low and challenged our little nation’s strategic tissue reserves. The outbreak cannot be blamed upon Spouse; she became infected late last week (we believe) at a

Moms and Babies program when one of the typhoid-spewing ignoramuses in attendance lacked the good sense to stay home, then promptly hacked up a sputum-covered lung all over Spouse’s immediate vicinity.  By this past Wednesday, little Juniorvania was being overrun by phlegm and cough drops were being imported by the gross, for the really gross.  On Thursday, I brought a whack of my work home to attend to The Boy (who, praise be to the magical breast milk antibodies, remained untouched by The Crud) while Spouse endured the worst of her affliction.   Sometime mid-morning on Friday, the plague settled in my nasal cavities and began ejecting fluids at an alarming rate.

I have been fortunate enough to be able to reduce the impact on myself – I’ve been munching ginseng capsules like they’re Cheerios since last Sunday morning – but Spouse can’t avail herself of any of the myriad common cold remedies because she is nursing.  Her lot, sadly, has been to suffer The Crap unshielded, unmedicated and undiminished, praying for the onset of convalescensce.

It’s not May yet, but we like to be ahead of the curve here at HiR:tb. It rarely happens, but we like it. Anyway, Moms of the world – including my own Mom – you rock.  Thanks for doing all the stuff you do for the rest of us jackasses.  We might not act like it, but we do appreciate it.