The last time Oliver was too sick to eat--with rotovirus, for which a vaccine has now been developed--we tried giving him ginger ale, clementines, ice cream, water with a dropper. Finally, we took him to the emergency room and he perked right up when given a purple popsicle, for which we later paid $300.
Now he can self-diagnose: I'm broken. My body hurts. It's hard to cough in the night.
Friday, March 14, 2008
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