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Sick Days, and One Hell of a Snot Bubble

March 31, 2014
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I’ve made a decision to not complain about pump use today. I’ll leave that for later in the week. (I’m looking at you, Medtronic.) Instead, I’ll tell some stories about the illnesses (plural) that befell our family, the world’s biggest snot bubble, and how we figured out Owen’s feeling better again.

We got hit hard by a bug. The origin of said bug was our son. At least, he was the conduit of the sickness that came from his daycare. Owen got sick, and had some bad, bad phlegm that just wouldn’t go away. It was bad.

Then we caught it. And it caught my lungs, and that’s where the infection decided to stay.

But it got better, after about a week. (Meg was sick, but, fortunately, didn’t catch it quite as badly as I did.)

The weather got better, we all felt better, and the world, we thought, was better.

Then round two set in.

Owen started having some hardcore eye boogers. Then Meg noticed that those eye boogers were generating all the time. Concerned, she scheduled a doctor’s appointment for Owen.

The doctor wasn’t terribly concerned.

“That’s normal,” she said. “His nose and ears are stuffed. The snot’s gotta come out somewhere.” Good to know.

He was a booger factory. He woke up one morning with his eyes crusted shut. Both of them. He wasn’t happy.

That cleared up, but the snot in his head was still in full effect.

Then came dinner Thursday night.

Owen seemed to be feeling better, but had some coughing and general congestion. He was smiling. He was pleasant. He sneezed.

That wasn’t impactful enough.

HE SNEEZED!!!!!

(Note: For the record, while this next series of events was happening, Meg was in the kitchen.)

Out of my boy’s two little nostrils came the biggest bounty of liquid boogies I’ve ever seen. And a bubble. Of snot. That was about half the size of his head.

I freaked. I think my eyes popped out of my head, and I started yelling “Don’t touch that. I’m going to get tissues. DON’T TOUCH THAT!”

Owen typically sees me reacting hysterically when I’m playing around, being silly. I was being hysterical, yelling at him that we don’t put that in our mouth. Owen laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

“Look what I did, Daddy,” he said. I rushed back as quickly as I could, and filled numerous tissues with what was covering his face.

After the mass-booger incident of ’14, Owen’s made steady progress to becoming human again. He finally turned the corner yesterday, as we were having dinner. After requesting one of his current faves, “The Choo Choo Song,” (for the record, Owen requests The Smiths “Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want” by name, and counts “The Book of Love” and Pete Townsend’s “Let My Love Open the Door” as two of his current heavy playlist tunes) he danced. He showed his moves. He had rhythm.

Here’s the video below. Happy Monday.

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