Last Friday, I went to the doctor. Again. You see, I haven’t gotten over the cold I contracted back in early December. It gets better, then worse, then better, then almost gone and then hits me again like a ton of bricks.

At this very moment, I am on the verge of another sickness regression. You know that tickle in the back of your throat? Yep… it’s baaaaackkk…

I asked the doctor if there was a name for my illness and he said yes.

It’s called “I-live-with-a-two-year-old-itis”.

Or is it “there’s-a-child-rubbing-her-snot-on-me-uenza”?

Or maybe it’s “the-baby-coughed-in-my-face-again-osis”.

I don’t know. It’s so hard to follow medical jargon, you know? But he did give me the helpful chart above for visual reference.

To make matters worse, this particular bout of sneezing and coughing resulted in the loss of my voice.

I’ve never had laryngitis before and just like breaking my arm and having it in a cast for three months, it’s not nearly as fun as I imagined it would be back in second grade.

Do you know what you’re supposed to do if you lose your voice? You’re not supposed to speak.


There’s a small complication with the whole no-speaking thing and that would be the same damn two-year-old.

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