Daniel refuses to believe me when I say that I'm dying. I'm fairly certain that I am. I know I should probably call the doctor and go make sure that this nasty cold/earache/cough isn't turning into anything worse, but I do NOT have the energy to pack Ethan and I up and catch a bus to the doctor's office. So I think I'm going to stick it out one more day.
But I'd really like to feel better soon. This has been the worst winter EVER.
Ethan's well again at least. Thank goodness!