Posted by Duff

Atticus seems to find a way to be sick on the 11th of each month. Usually a cold, that becomes an ear infection.  But for May, Spring, after all, I had hoped he’d be spared.

No such luck. This time, double pink eyes. That became pink ears. That were resistant to antibiotics. That revealed, via an angry rash, an allergy. And consequently, a digestive sensitivity to the third in a series of meds thrown at that resistant (though sweet) right ear.

This is how they get you to welcome the tubes, I guess.

If everyone is doomed to be sick on one birthday, though, I guess it’s better if it’s one of the ones you don’t remember.

We love you, Bear, and we’ll save the cake until you can truly enjoy it.

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