When I was a child, my mother chased me down to dispense whatever medicine the doctor doled out for my tonsillitis. These days, bubble gum and cherry flavored medicine entices my little darlings to fake the plague in an attempt to score a dropper full of fever reducer. I'll make a note to cancel my cable. It never ceases to amaze me how that big, strong provider of mine turns green at the thought of reaching under the bed and stumbling across something gooey. Either way, no sane adult dares to touch anything fermenting under a child's bed.
Praise be to the invention of rubber gloves and hot dog tongs.
Sensory warfare makes me thankful for the cold and flu season. When battle fatigue sets in, I find myself daydreaming for an hour or two of sensory deprivation in a coma. Better yet, maybe I'll just go AWOL with the guinea pig. She's been in the trenches and lived to tell the tale. Features Dr. Dorree Lynn talks about divorce and depression.