It has been a very long month - the longest one I've felt in a long time. Usually months just whiz by, and before we know it, it's Christmas again and New Year; and you're looking back on what you've accomplished that year. Well, this January seemed unending possibly because Dylan was sick for almost the whole month and when you're waiting for something to go away, or for something that's akin to torture to stop, the days just go by so slowly that you can count the seconds ticking away in a quiet room. Our days are usually divided into 4-6 hour patterns, or by the three meals of the day because at the end of each always comes a dose of medication. Dylan is well now, alive and kicking again and glad to jump off chairs and sofas and climb into and out of anything and everything. I do not want to repeat the experience of pneumonia again, thank you very much.
So at the end of a long month, we are just happy to be at an end of an evil, phlegmatic bronchial invasion which we have battled alongside with Rocephin, Augmentin (who had to be disposed of later on and replaced because she appeared to deceive), Ceftin and Nystatin. It was a long, hard fight, involving a lot medieval torture devices, sharp needles, tongue depressors and stethoscopes. But finally the enemy was driven out and rest can be had - a story brews in the background...
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