Tales from the Motherhood: When illness lingers, Dr. Mom comes to the rescue
After 14-and-a-half years of playing Dr. Mom, my prognosticating skills are top-notch.
You see, I’ve gotten pretty good at reading the signs. For example, last month things looked grim when Noah complained that his throat was super-sore and his body hurt. He felt so miserable and weak, in fact, that he let me spoon-feed chicken broth to him without even batting an eyelash.
That he had the flu was undeniable. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the chance to give my tough high-schooler a little extra TLC, but it was hard to watch.
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