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The Germs Have Visited

We've been descended upon by the winter germfest and Muh Main Man has had some type of Mongolian Barfing Lung disease. Or something like that. Of course, he took a hit for the home team and suffered through a day trip of snowmobiling up north on Wednesday, but he came home to spend two days in bed hacking up a lung. He went to the doctor who said he has "atypical respiratory infection." Whatever that is, he got an antibiotic for it and has finally started feeling better today. Just in time to pass it on over to Little Chic, I fear.

We all are trying to stay away from him, but his endless days at home are making him feel all cuddly and appreciative of the TLC we've offered, so we haven't been too successful on that front. I think I'm going to have to send him back to work tomorrow to infect the ranks at Lockheed and air out our abode.

We'll keep you posted and if I suddenly start blogging more regularly, you'll know that I'm down for the count as well.
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Anonymous said…
I hope you escape the germs and that your family gets well quickly. My family may have that Mongolian Barfing Lung disease, too. Does it start with a fever followed by cold-like symptoms and incessant coughing? Oh, the joys of winter...
1/27/2008 11:42 PM
Laura said…
I hope you keep well...our family has been hit really hard...all 5 of us have been out for almost a week now and no signs of improving...

sending you healthy vibes!
1/28/2008 5:34 AM
Unknown said…
That sounds awful! I hope Little Chic feels better soon and I hope you and Brainy Boy can dodge it.
1/28/2008 9:48 AM
Rebecca Mecomber said…
Aw! I hope you all evade or recover quickly from the nasty germs. GRRR.
1/28/2008 11:00 AM
tim said…
sorry for main, but it's good to know a hero of his caliber stuggles with his humanity at times as well...
1/29/2008 3:02 PM
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