Alex has the flu. He wasn't feeling well on Friday night, but then woke up better on Saturday, so I brought him to my mom's birthday party. But as the evening went on, he was clearly not better. And on the way home, he was a whole lot not better. I quick midnight trip to the doc complete with a chest xray, a bunch of Tylenol and ibuprofen, and strep and flu swabs, and we left with a flu diagnosis.
I feel so bad. I feel bad because I completely misjudged how he was feeling, and brought a germy kid to a party. I feel bad because I totally spaced getting him a flu shot this year. And I feel bad because even though I didn't get him to get one, I managed to get one for myself when I was at the doctor last.
If you need me, I'll be over here in my Russian nesting dolls of guilt.
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