Plague Central

Apparently the destroying angel has taken up temporary residence at our house:

Addison has croup, and the boy sounds awfully pitiful with his cough. Besides being a little extra whiney and clingy, he’s taking it like a champ, and still sleeps through the night.

Michelle is kind of coming down with it too, but we’re hoping it won’t take. She's 2 weeks into the second trimester, and does well healthwise.

Nate is a mess, period. His incision is healing quite well, thank you, but the rest of him is falling apart. He had a sore develop on his abdomen which of course he scratched and irritated until it grew to the size of an RV, and when his doctor saw it, she panicked about infection and gave him not one but two shots in the bottom end. Shoulda listened to Michelle one of the 40,000 times she said, “Leave it alone!”

Nate also developed what he thought was just an embarrassingly severe case of acne on the right side of his face. Then his nurse told him it wasn’t acne. See, Nate takes an immuno-suppressant to handle his Crohn’s, and with the immune system dialed down, shingles (the nasty cousin of chicken pox) decided it was a good time to come hang out. Luckily we caught it early and with the help of some really expensive medication (Nate to pharmacist: “How much? Apparently insurance doesn’t cover this stuff.” Pharmacist: “No, that’s after insurance has paid for two-thirds of it”), it should go away in about a week. On the bright side, he'll be the only person at the Church Office Building this week sporting a beard.

(No photos this post. You’re welcome.)