Son#1 and #3 both had a fever yesterday, but it seems to have disappeared overnight.
Now Son#1 is walking in the garden, having whole conversations with himself (?!?!)
and we are making plans for lunch.
Tomorrow, my date with destiny: I'm seeing the endocrinologist in the afternoon.
It's had me in knots for weeks now, and if she can't help me feel better, then I don't know what I'm going to do.
Mostly, I feel like a frail, sickly 86 year-old.
And I'm still 39 for the moment.
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