I feel like Anna has been sick for the entirety of 2012. Okay, not every single day, but at least some point of every week. And we're all growing weary.
Friday night her asthma kicked up but we were able to keep it under control (relatively speaking) with treatments. Her cough will go away for periods and then come back with a vengence. Last night she needed one about midnight (go, Jason!) and she was still up at approximately 2:00 a.m. Ugh. This morning, she woke with a fever. Nothing earth shattering (101+), but enough to make her listless and crabby. We are just getting ready to do yet another treatment with her after a brief and fitful nap on the couch wherein I snapped this now ubiquitious shot:
This is life...again.
Refilling $200 prescriptions...again.
Treatments way too often...again.
Soup and hot "chocolate" and crackers...again.
I have to imagine Anna is just as tired as I am of this...again.