Holy Smokes, When it rains it pours here !

Last night at 11 PM our youngest son Lou came in our room saying his ear hurt. Now for Lou to complain about anything is unusual and rare.  He broke his hand and didn't tell us until later in the afternoon! We stayed up pretty much the whole night and I promised Lou we'd call the doctor. Morning came and Lou was miserable and I was the walking dead... I called, got an appointment (PTL) and then Lou started getting sick....and more sick. Grabbed a bucket and he did his thing. We went to the clinic and waited....then saw the doc and she said that he had the worst ear infection he could get and because of the pain he was vomiting. Then she said most people are in the hospital because of the pain.

I think this is where Lou gets to be an honorary Marine! He was a trooper through the 40 minute wait at the pharmisist. I'm ready for a break and bed. The Lord has blessed me with enough wakefulness that I'm actually pretty good but will welcome my bed tonight.

Blessings from the little sick farm,

Jenny