Everyone is still feeling fine, which is a great sign. Especially since Tommy is ridiculously sick with a fever, vomiting, and can’t even get out of bed. Daddy took the kids to the pediatrician this morning to get their post-exposure test now that we are five days in...you would have thought the doctor was stabbing their brains with a spear. Alex and Lucy screamed bloody murder. Alex just about karate chopped the doctors forearm. Gemma took it like a champ.
Mommy and Daddy got an appointment for the afternoon at an urgent care facility. Basically, a makeshift hut in a parking lot. If we didn’t already have COVID, we may now after entering that craphole. Only saving grace was that we just has to spit in a cup. No brain spear for the adults. The kids were disappointed.
