I should be grateful that I no longer have the intense throat pain, and my voice is slowly but surely coming back, and Andrew is so much better, thanks to the "pink stuff" (amoxicillin).
Chris is now WORSE instead of better. I'm not sure if he caught my sore throat virus or what, but he's miserable. Hannah is running a fever and is just miserable...Poor thing doesn't appear to have pink eye, but there's some kind of green eye boogers that keep accumulating in the corner of her left eye, and she's coughing constantly...its just so pitiful. She went to bed tonight at 6:30 pm. She'll probably be awake at like 6 am, which will suck, but I just couldn't force her to stay up anymore. Poor baby. I feel like we did this to her...although I have no idea what other option there was. We have no one closeby to call and say, "Hey, can you take Hannah for a few days so she doesn't get sick?" Yeah, I don't think I know anyone who would be willing to do that. I guess it was just inevitable for her to catch it.
As for me, I am better, but now the pain/congestion is no longer in my throat and chest...its in my nose and head. Maybe it will find its way out soon. Sigh. I'm just so stinkin' sick of being sick. Enough is enough. For now, we are quarantined in our house and praying for the apocalypse. I might make cookies or something while we wait to die.