I am so sick of being sick.

Baby Champuru developed a fever on February 22, nearly two weeks ago, which turned into croup, and now she just has a persistent mucousy cough and a runny nose.  Not long after, I got sick — then, Hubby.  Now my parents are sick.  Be warned: those baby germies are potent and latch on to anyone who has contact with them!

Being mostly sequestered indoors for two weeks is not good for my mental health.  Yesterday, we hit the mall for a few hours, which was therapeutic for me, but perhaps resulted in us overexerting ourselves.  Today, we’re all lazing around the house recuperating.

I called the pediatrician’s office this morning  and talked to the nurse about Baby Champuru’s progress.  Since she’s still coughing, the nurse prescribed Albuterol and advised to keep her on it for another week.  If the cough doesn’t improve within a week, we will need to bring her in for a follow-up visit.

In this milieu of sickness, it feels like a long, dark tunnel and I still can’t see the light at the end.