Gesundheit

We have survived Anika's first illness.

It started with a high fever at 2 in the morning, a frantic call to the after-hours line at High Desert Pediatrics, and an almost entirely sleepless night.  The next morning, she was sneezing in 2s and 3s and her little voice was hoarse.  She kept looking at us like, what the heck is going on here?! and didn't want to be set down for one second. Which was fine with me, because I didn't want to put her down.  Partly because she's so fun to snuggle, but mostly because I can empathize.  Heck, I still wish someone would sit with me and care for me 24/7 when I'm not feeling well.

She's back to her young self again, but the bug is still here.  Armando and I are both feeling icky, and I can see why this girl was complaining so much.  This sore throat hurts -- and hurts even worse when sneezing constantly - and having a fever is never fun.  I have a feeling that I'm being more of a baby about this than she was.

But we have no time to be sick.  Armando left late last night for Denver, and is emptying out the storage units and filling up the U-Haul as we speak.  I am doing the last loads of laundry with quarters (yeah, I had hoped that was over after college, too) and arranging for all the last-minute things before moving day.  We have all utilities ready to switch over to our names, our final walk-through is tomorrow at 2, the cable guy is coming on Tuesday, and I've just picked up the largest cashier's check I'll probably ever see.  Our bank account is drained, our kleenex box is nearly empty, and we're almost out of Tylennol.  Maybe I can convince Anika to snuggle in bed so I can take a nap.  By the way she's throwing around her toys at the moment, I'm thinking this is not going to happen.