# 2 is ill.
Today will mark our third trip to see the doctor in just slightly over one month's time.
The second trip in two weeks.
My guess is it will be the third diagnosis of a "viral" thing that we just have to ride out.
It will be the first time I break down in the doctors office, resorting to tearing at my clothing, beating my chest, shrieking, throwing office furniture, and holding the stethoscope hostage until they give me a remedy for this NEVER ENDING crap virus my chid is holding on to like it's the only rope keeping her from falling off a cliff.
That's all the stats I have for now.
Now fair readers I must leave you to prepare for the battle ahead.