Cough, Sniff, Cough

No, I am not snorting cocaine, as anyone could probably assume from the title. I am deathly ill, and have been so for over a week. From what started out with Brad being a shivery, shakey cold spread to Mark. Mark took hold of it and turned it into a mucous filled mess. Myself, being the runt of all of this sickness, got the best of both worlds or the eye of the storm you could say. The sick germs grew and grew between the 3 of us (considering we do almost everything together and we spend all of our time in either mine or Brad's bedroom.)

Brad was easy to take care of and not too much work, but Mark on the other hand was a complete Whiney Walter. Ohh man... for those who know me and how much I can whine, well, Mark gives me a run for my money.

Brad and I went to the store to get some new meds and while scoping out the Sudafed aisle we were able to talk to the pharmacist and found out that Oregon is the only state where you have to have a prescription to get the Sudafed with actual pseudophedrine in it. Hello Vancouver, WA Wallgreens. Our mission went off without a hitch last night. :)

Everything is slowly looking up... Brad, Mark, and Milo are getting better (Milo had a trip to the vet last week) and with my trip to the doctor today and the prescription for psuedophedrine and nasal spray from the cute, little, asian doctor things are looking up for me too.

Besides myself, everyone pretty much has their energy back... I mean just look at Mark and Milo playing... And yes, he is pretending he's on Pride Rock. He plays a darn good Rafiki.