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I felt a bit like Clara Barton today. Gordon and Teeny both came down with the "nasties." The ran fevers of well over 100 degrees all day, and had me constantly on my feet. Ok, so, not really on my feet. . . more like sitting with them on the sofa stroking their foreheads, cooling them with wet rags, singing nursery rhymes to them, or just listening to their whimpers and whines.
But, when I was not attending to my patients or nursing Bud-Jack (and praying for his health), I was helping Jason with the packing. So, I was on my feet some. What mother could go a whole day NOT on her feet without a doctor ordering bed-rest?
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