Hello......Vatican?

OK...today marks day seven of the dreaded flu bug's grip upon our household.

I'm ready to call in an Exorcist. Neither my wife or I are known for having tremendous patience...on a good day. This week T has Type "A" AND Type "B" flu. She feels like crap...understandably. To put it politely....she's a tad crabby. I passed "a tad crabby" three days ago.

Sarah....the heroine of the posts below....did not have the flu according to the poking and prodding she received in two hours at the doctor's office on Wednesday. What she has is a fever that comes and goes. Her head has not made a full 360 degree turn yet...but it could happen. Full blown pea soup projectile vomitting could happen at any moment. She's turning down ice cream..... a certain sign that SATAN has taken over.

The doctor prescribed Tamiflu. I smelled the medicine....not good. Sarah said NO WAY. Daddy, sucker that I am, took the Tamiflu back to the pharmacy to have it converted to bubblegum flavored Tamiflu. Sarah said NO WAY. Daddy said many words that Daddys should not say.

I give it another day or two and I'm getting the Pope on the phone. Surely his waiting room could not be as crowded as the pediatricians.