Dear cold,
Did you think I'd crumble? Did you think I'd lay down and die? Oh no, not I...I will survive. Oh as long as I can self-medicate, I know I'll stay alive.
Okay, so it's been a while. I went to a baby shower where someone (either the host and hostess, the kid of the host and hostess or one of the guests) had the bubonic plague. Each of the aforementioned revealed that they just got over some serious bug at the baby shower. It doesn't matter who gave it to me, I'm just glad it's over.
I got sick, the baby got sick and then about three days later my wife got sick. The baby and I took pity on the wife and sat really close to her on her birthday thinking that she had what we'd just gotten over. Turns out we were wrong. The wife got better and then the baby got sick again...and shortly afterward, I got sick.
All is well now. The baby is getting better and I...well it doesn't matter how the parent feels. To the baby, I'm just that guy who brings her food and changes her diaper.
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