Good morning, teeming millions. Happy Wednesday. Did you get vote in at the Primaries? Good for you. I didn’t. Why? Because it’s not legal for me to vote in them, since I am registered Independent. Whatever, I understand the thinking behind it…

So how are things, this beautiful humpday morning? Well, my head feels like it’s been stuffed with desiccant.  My throat is raw, but feels like there is some kind of sludge clinging to its back wall.

Rhys is still sick. I’m starting to get worried about his hearing. After listening to a podcast the other day which had a guest on there whose kid had a cochlear implant due to a heavy illness as a toddler, I’m now all hyper-paranoid. Especially when the doctor took a look in his ear yesterday commented that “it was horribly bad”. Oh, and every other time Rhys speaks now it is, “What you said?” So yeah, I’m a bit worried that his hearing may be damaged… Is that silly?

Heidi is still truckin along. She’s not sick, per se, but I’d bet she is “sick” of us being sick. :) She’s a trooper for sure. I love you, baby!

In other news — good news — Rhys’ new antibiotics don’t taste like shit! Personally, I thought his last bottle of antibiotics tasted fine, but both he and Heidi gave me a face that looked like they just licked something dead when they tried it. Well, Rhys took it a step further, gagging and then projectile vomiting everywhere. He didn’t specifically say he thought it tasted bad, but I can take a hint. I thought it tasted like Cherry Slurpees. :) But apparently not… Or maybe Cherry Slurpees taste like ballsack too.

So, Rhys shouldn’t need to get any more antibiotic injections. That’s good news, and hopefully he is on the road to recovery… I’m wary of saying that, because it seems everytime we tempt fate with the sweet smell of hope, it smacks us down like a $2 hooker.