Olive has passed her plague on to me, and my god. When she was getting sick I thought she was being pretty damn unreasonable at times, but now that I am the sick one I can truthfully say that what I originally interpreted as her being a grouchy jerk was actually her handling it like a total champ. Far better than I have been, at least. My whining is at least twice as loud.
Right now, if someone interrupted my tantrum to tell me to take a deep breath and use my manners, I think I would high-kick them right in the face.
What I am trying to say is, well played, Olive. Well played.
Anyway, let’s get to the point so I can drug myself to sleep. Earlier in the week I shared some hippie home remedies that I was using to help nurse her through this bastard illness, and now I would like to share a few additional things that have been helping me.