musingaloud | In which I give in.

Daughter-in-law brought the baby to me this morning to do my regular baby-watching chores. Yesterday morning I woke up feeling like death-only-slightly-warm, but by the time the doctor office had opened and I was going to call, I felt better. By nighttime I felt like crap again. Fast-forward to this morning again (in which I felt crappy still). D-i-L leaves baby. About 5 minutes she calls. "Um, I called my sister and she's available today, so I'm going to come take Baby over to her." She said in a very nice way that I look horrible. I don't blame her, I was wondering myself about the safety of me being around a 4 month old all day. In my defense, when we decided I'd give it a try today, I really *did* feel better.
I'm off to the doctor in 10 minutes. I'd just like to swallow again without wincing. And be able to talk without coughing.