Will It Never End!

I am a survivor . . . barely. I have already spent two weeks in the hospital, had surgery, and taken myriad amounts of antimicrobials. Then I finally come home and begin recuperating when what happens? I spend a sleepless night with Mommy, having horrible stomach cramps and wishing upon every star in the sky it would just end. Then the next day I had incredibly high fevers (104.9 to be exact) and all I wanted was for the end to come, and come now. My parents of course immediately freaked out, and I mean freaked out. They called our pediatrician (I think she is going to block our phone number soon) and got me into the weekend clinic pronto. My poor doctor just looked at me and wondered if I was going to experience all 5 plagues this winter. So once again we sat there as the adults puzzled and I tried to use my ESP powers to let them all know my insides wanted to be on my outside. They finally decided to do some tests and low and behold what did they find. . .


I now have Rotovirus. (Picture below for all those science geeks out there).

So now we are going to research if the Department of Homeland Security is using our home as a test facility for biological warfare. I don't know about you, but there have been a lot of germies attacking our family this year, and I am truly beginning to wonder.