satakes the sickos

as if hide getting pneumonia wasn't enough.

despite my heavy reliance on what is supposed to be a superimmune system (thanks baby), the vacation curse continues in our household. namely ... pestilence will strike when we go on vacation. i am now 0-3.

first off, we loved maui. we'd show you pictures, but we can't find the cord for the camera, so we took like 5 pictures in quick succession before the camera gave up. it was fun and more importantly, very refreshing, and we will pimp the maui guesthouse bed & breakfast to anyone who asks.

but yes, i was sick. the entire time. before, during, and now after vacation. and having finally coughed up some red phlegm this morning, i gave in and went to see dr. rose. diagnosis: respiratory infection. aka: some kind of bronchitis. i didn't even know there were kinds.

in deference to baby, i can't take bronchitis drugs. so i am trying some antibiotics and an inhaler, which i don't know how to use (coordination is key, i believe), and continuing to curse the fact that i am indeed allergic to vacation. i don't think i'm contagious now, but you will hear my dying man's whistling hacking and gagging for several weeks to come. happy.

sn: there was a kid at school today who came down with chicken pox. i've had it already, but can baby get chicken pox in utero?