Karma’s a bitch.
Because the last time I remember feeling Normal for more than two days in a row was the first week of June. It was a glorious week spent in Burbank, with grandparents watching the kids. I remember that they were up at all hours of the night, and that Teddy refused to wear pants. Standard stuff, but who knows how bad they really were. Is it possible that I’m karmically repaying the awfulness that my kids wrought over the course of that week?
My actual theory is that my Immune System is like any number of things that the kids have destroyed over the years. It was a good immune system, but it could only take so much abuse before it gave up. Fortunately, so far all of my blood work is normal. Unfortunately, this means the next step is further testing, which I have been warned should probably include a colonoscopy. So we’ve all got the description of that to look forward to.
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