As I picked up my four prescriptions today and handed over Cubby's college education, I watched a young boy get out of a truck across the parking lot and puke his guts out--over and over and over. All I could think was, "yyyyep." Saturday it hit again. The sickness we cannot rid ourselves of came back with a nasty vengeance. I couldn't get out of bed until almost dark. James was the hero. Boo was needy. Cubby and I slept and sweated and shivered and slept. Ever since that swine flu episode back

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