Okay. This may be it.
Lily has strep, Gibson has strep, Owen has strep.
That has been the illness.
And I'm not feeling so good myself.
I've had strep many times and you know what? I just don't want to do it again. It hurts. It's an illness which doesn't have one damn good thing about it. It hurts and it feels like razor blades in the throat and there's fever making the bones ache and YOU HAVE TO GET AN ANTIBIOTIC BECAUSE THAT SHIT CAN KILL YOU.
This year has just been most unkind and even the beautiful parts have added up to too much.
Too much, too much, too much and I feel like giving up and...what? What in the world can you do?
Not a damn thing but get on with it and do what must be done.
I'm just so glad that there ARE antibiotics and that my grandsons will not find out, years down the road, that their hearts or kidneys have been destroyed by bacteria which seemed to have disappeared but which found their way to a deep, dark place to hide and wreak havoc on. And that they will get all well, totally well, and be their crazy, wild-child boy selves again.
That's what I'm going to concentrate on.
I'm so tired.