Typhoid Lulu

I'm sick. MotherFUCKING again. There was that strange flu-y thing week before last and then Lu had a respiratory infection, but that finally cleared itself up last Wednesdayish. And we had a glorious 72 HOUR period in which everybody felt fine. We reveled, danced, ate a Mexican feast, went to shows, went out with friends. Then at some point on Saturday night James turned to me and said, "My throat feels weird," and I fell to my knees and screamed. "KHAAAAAAAAAAAN!"

And then I ate fish oil capsules by the handful and pushed my vitamin intake to the limit of what is probably healthy. And I drank tons of water and even braved a few sips of the gross fizzy Emergen-C drink because no. Not again, please not again. And then I sneezed 500 times in a row and realized that my throat felt weird, too. And then I laid down in the middle of the floor and died.

I just did a rough tally, and by my estimate, SOMEONE in my house has had some horrible winterish crud EVERY WEEK since the end of November. Stomach grossness or sinus bullshit or just a general asshole of a common cold. Every week for EIGHT weeks. We get over one thing, we delight in a false sense of security for like a day, and then we are plunged into another. We have spent a ridiculous amount of money on Sudafed. And ibuprofen. We own four baby snot suckers, which are treated as instruments of the most hostile torture. A nebulizer and four boxes of Albuterol sit on Lulu's bookcase. The humidifier has become a permanent fixture in our bedroom, and has leaked an ugly water ring on my wood floors.

And I am not used to this. James and I? This is new for us. Normally, we have the immune systems of young, herring-fed Vikings. We never get sick. And now we are sick all of the time. And so I racked my brain to try and figure out what had changed to bring about this current state of misery.

SINE QUA NON.

We have a baby, and she is a bucket o' gnarly germs for real. And I feel like such a wussy for complaining. I know that there are people going through so much more than a little cold or two (or four). But I'm so worn down, so tired, so tired of being sick. I want to CRY. But I can't, because my eyes are already leaking, coldishly, of their own accord.

Someone, please tell me this will get better soon. At some point, my kid will get less infectious, right?

Is this forever?