Jumpin' on the bandwagon.

Everyone, in blogland is sick! Everyone in my house is sick.

Baby J has Bronchiolitis - and since it's viral - not a damn thing we can do about it, he just has to fight it himself. He's a trooper and smiling through it all.

Miss E has a heavy cold, broke out in scary batches of hives that had me scouring 'askdrsears.com' for answers. Benedryl saved the day, and she's on the mend.

DH is complaining of a sore throat. He had this in Ireland, too, seemed to get better, but is now back to square one.

I barely left the sofa yesterday, and was awake most of the night with flu symptoms and the.worst. sore.throat.I.have.ever.had.

I promptly headed to my clinic's urgent care this morning and all but begged them to let me see a doctor. You just know when you can't swallow, and feel wretched with nausea that maybe it's more than your average cold. I thought maybe I was a wimp for running to the doc so quick - and since hubs has soldiered on through this (no doubt he thinks I'm a wimp, since he had a sore throat and he scrubbed the kitchen top to bottom last night!)

The urgent care receptionist heard me speak, and immediately called several doctors in the main clinic to see if they could slot me in - YEAH for contagiousness - the didn't want me camping out in their waiting room for two hours spreading my germs.

A nice sympathetic doctor, and two prescriptions later, I now know I have a nasty throat infection - I'm not a wimp after all - I really am sick!

Of course on reporting this to my husband, he's now thinking 'maybe I should have seen a doctor after all', and his latest stroke of genius? 'I don't need to see a doctor, you've got the antibiotics now, I'll just have some of yours'

I don't think so sunshine - these are all mine, and just as soon as I can get my head around swallowing them in all their horse pill sized glory, I'm taking every last one of them to get rid of this pain. Go get your own pills!