Then the sickness surrounded them...

I've caught bronchitisflu the plague.

It gives you that dizzy weak headache feeling, I would imagine like a very bad kind of drunkenness.

I've never minded having a fever before now, I was a very weird kid in the fact that I could always tell when I had a fever.
I'd run to my mom and say "I have a feber mommy, check my head?" My mom would smile at the lack of my pronounced V's and press her hand to my forehead, then as she felt that irregular heat confusion would come into her eyes and she'd press her cheek to my forehead and check my back just to be sure.

My mom would make a bed for me on the living room couch, and give me light pink chewable Tylenol and a little bit of ginger ale. Turning off the light so the room was a relaxing gray, I'd try to stay awake as Pongo met Perdita and Jasper and Horace bumbled around annoying the shit out of Cruella.

Now, I still have a make shift bed on the couch where I sip ginger ale and pretend that I only turned on 101 Dalmatians just for my 2 year old niece.
(Because how much fun can you really have when your bubby is sick?)

I want nothing more than for my mom to be touching my face with that worried expression, to be taking care of me since I'm sick, to tell me I'm going to be okay.

It's really now that I realize two things....

It's really the little things in life that mean the most.

And...being a grown up really really sucks.


Then The Sickness Surrounded Them...
And all hope was lost.