The year the poor kid was born, all the kids had walking pneumonia in the winter. Hugmonkey was only two months old, the poor baby. Until last year, every time he had a cold he had to go through nebulizer treatments because it would invariably head straight for his lungs. This year, he's had a few colds that didn't require breathing treatments. I was so relieved.
But now, I hear the mucky cough. He's got a fever that's not in the danger zone but is making him fatigued. Ironflower has a touch of it, but definitely not anything like his.
This happens every fucking January. Except when we've gone to Florida, where he seems to get better instantaneously. According to my mother, I was the same way as I child. Whenever we went somewhere warm in the winter, I would get over whatever cough I was having and my allergies would get better.
Florida also has this.
I'm sure we'd still get viruses in Florida. But I feel like Hugmonkey wouldn't suffer so much. Plus, you know, no scraping ice off the car every morning. And no quality pizza. I'd probably lose five pounds without even trying.
Oh Florida fantasy, I just can't quit you.
