Griffin's been home the last two days, too sick to go to school.
I'm damn tired of saying, "Go. Lay. Down. Now."
One-third of our table is taken over by the Birthday Jungle.
At least it's a pretty jungle.
I'm rather tired of doctors. I went to two yesterday.
No worries -- the mastoiditis really isn't mastoiditis at all. Turns out to be a pulled muscle in my neck and it's radiating to my scalp.
Would have been nice to know that two weeks ago though.
But, hey, silver lining -- at least I'm not going to die from a brain infection anytime soon.