What the What?! Part Two.

Well hallelujah, Landon is back in full spirits and is his good ol' slap happy self again. It'll take a while for the sores to go away, but he's looking better every day. Combined with his new babbling skills, he is getting extra kisses from us for being so stinkin' cute. He really likes to say "da da da da da" and hearing his little voice just melts every worry away.

I, on the other hand, am going downhill. After reading over and over that adults rarely get Hand Foot Mouth Disease (and if they do, its very mild), you could imagine my surprise as my throat started to feel like fire earlier this week, followed by chills ("Erik! Why is the AC blasting?" Erik gives quizzical look as I huddle under blankets) and then fever ("Erik! Can you turn the AC down to 60?" Erik gives quizzical look as I remove all clothing). This fun cycle goes on for a while.

"Umm, Mom? I'm not a doctor or anything, but uhhh, you don't look so good."

Now I don't remember the last time I had a fever mixed with the chills; maybe 15 years ago…? I was convinced I was on my deathbed and heavily weighing going to the ER. Erik - being reasonable from his non-feverish perspective - told me to take a couple Tylenol and wait until the morning. The fever finally broke but I didn't have the energy to drive to Corpus to go to the clinic the following day. That I'll do tomorrow. Just in time, too, as little uncomfortable bumps are popping up on my fingers and on the bottom creases of my toes.

Tonight's prayer: Please oh please oh please dear God of Blistery Discomfort, please be kind to me. If this goes in the direction of Landon's progression, the worst is yet to come. If you do need to go all crusty on me, I have a narcissistic request that you spare my face and a practical request that you spare my right hand. With love and devotion, Kate.

Landon's cute crusty foot in recovery: Day 8