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A Wonderful Combination

Being sick sucks. Wherever you are. Sick is no good. Especially if that "wherever" is away from your Mom. To be perfectly honest, unless your Mom has a medical degree and can prescribe antibiotics, Moms are not good for much while you are sick. They can't get you the good, make-you-better-stuff; they can't magically take your illness away; they can't cure you.

But they can make you feel better. Because that's what a Mom does. They just make you feel better.

So Honey was sick last week (which explains my being sick now) and I tried my best to make him better: I made freshly-squeezed lemonade and orange juice, I made chicken soup, I did everything I could for him, I kept him in bed all the time... and it was not until Monday, when he spoke to his Mom for over an hour, that he felt better.

I've been sick for a couple of days now, but I spoke to my Mom today. According to my calculations, I should begin to feel  better anytime soon...

Anytime...

Anytime now...

But, since I'm super brilliant and pro-active, I did what my Mom would have done if she were here: I bought whatever flu medicine I could find over-the-counter, took the maximum dose allowed, and I am now writing my last sentences before I pass out.

Mom and NyQuil... what a wonderful combination.

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