Apparently viruses just like us.

The big boys are ill again. Fevers and headaches came on quickly. I'm assuming they have the flu.

Me, though, I'm special. I've got the Mystery Illness. If you can diagnose me I'll give you a million dollars. Well, no, I won't, but I will give you my undying thanks. How's that?

The Mystery Illness feels like bronchitis, with that chest pressure/constriction/feel like I can't get enough air feeling. However, my lungs are clear. My Doc thought "hmmm, chest pain ..." and had me do an exercise stress test; that was fine. My heart is fine. And still, I have pressure in my chest and feel like I can't breathe well. It's constant. It's not aggravated by exercise. It's not alleviated by anything. It's just there. Always.

Come on, play Guess the Illness!

Life is fine, other than that. I went to a new homeschooling store today and failed to spend any appreicable amount of money. But I signed the two older boys up for art classes.

On the way home I taught Lachlan to say "excuse me" if he burps. So the ride home sounded like this:

urp

"'Scuse me!"

urp

"'Scuse me!"

UUUUURP!

"'Scuse me!"

All. The. Way. Home.

And since we're talking about Lachlan ... Later in the evening (this is just for you, Diane) he found, opened and ate my tubes of homeopathic borax and belladonna. Luckily (hah!) I had already chatted with Poison Control about homeopathic borax, months ago.

See, Diane? You're not alone.