Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Jeff is sick. He’s sneezing, has a runny nose, a stuffy head, and a sore throat. At dinner this evening he coughed sneezed and tried to swallow simultaneously. The result was not good. He excused himself to the bathroom to recover. I was left at the table with our resident internal medicine specialist, Dr. Bob.
“Daddy’s whole mouth is broken. He’s going to need a cast on it.”
“A cast on his mouth?”
“Yes, Mama… that might be difficult.”
“We’ll have to use Scotch tape.”
“I think we should try it.”
Labels: My son the doctor