the flu, or at least flu-like symptoms, suck. [to actually know if you have the flu, you'd have to go to the doctor. but i'm the mom. i don't have time for such silly inconveniences. and i like to think i'm tough. some say stubborn, but i prefer tough. i am mom of three. i am woman.] a lingering cough for the past two weeks is no fun. but none of it compares to the joy of being beaten over and over again in the chest by a baseball bat. no wait, that's not what the doctor called it. i think she said something more official, she called it pneumonia with a cartilage tear. easy to say when you're on the other side of that xray table. but in layman's terms, in plain english, what she meant to say was beaten over and over again in the chest by a baseball bat. except of course when you cough, then they switch the baseball bat out for one of those cavemen clubs with spikes on it. and yes, to get the doctor's diagnosis you do have to go see a doctor. but if your stubborn, i mean tough, like me, you wait until you can barely move or breathe, and you end up in the e.r. on christmas day. pretty rotten way to spend christmas. but a great diet plan. how many people can say they lost weight over the holidays? trust me though, eating christmas dinner, even if it means gaining an extra pound or two, is much better than not remembering christmas with your babies. so at the risk of being belated, but they do say better late then never, merry christmas to all!
