Funny, calling this stupid cold "the grippe" -- a name I've always found rather quaint and charming -- doesn't make me feel better at all.
Yes, I'm sick.
Worse, young Master Sam is sick. For the third (THIRD!) time in his young career. And when young Master Sam is sick... well, let me try to paint a picture for you. Do the words "bellowing, screaming, wheezing, sneezing, hacking, snot-streaked, tear-stained, drool-soaked mess" conjure up any visuals for you?
Also? I'm not allowed to cough EVER, because apparently this enrages His Highness.
On top of that? The only cough suppressant that nursing women are allowed to take is utterly useless. Yes, I'm talking about you, Benylin Nightime [sic] Formula.
It's been three days and three nights. Pray for me. Pray for us all.