The Black Lung

Bridger and I have been in a constant state of sickness since July 30th. This hellish illness has morphed into the nightmare that never ends. The Diagnosis: Mom - Pneumonia. Bridger - An incurable case of daycare cough. Both of us got so bad, Bridger became unwelcome at daycare and work asked me to take nearly a week off. You would think that would be a welcome proposition, until you consider what there is to do during the day while recuperating from the black lung. What does one do you say? I will show you:

One eats handfuls of candy...I mean pills...I mean narcotics...wait, I lost track of all the medicine I've taken in the last month.

Some take the opportunity to learn a new skill, like crawling.

Watch "Losing One of My Giant Legs" Truly grotesque. More so after a hand full of candy.

Download the brostache app and torment one's child with it.

And of course, keeping up with the Tuetuls with 173 back to back episodes of American Chopper. Eff my life. I've never been so happy to leave the house. Though still coughing up our lungs, Bridger and I seem to be on the slow track to better health. Next time I get the plague, please just let nature take it's course. Much less painful than daytime t.v.