14/365: Doctor, Doctor, I Am Sick!

There was this rhyme I learned before pre-school:

Mother, Mother, I am sick!
Call the Doctor very quick!
Doctor, Doctor, will I die?
No, my darling, do not cry!

It was Mum's favorite whenever the absentisitis bug - the compulsion to play hooky for the day when I was finally of school age - hit me. It was fun and a gentle way to remind me that I'm not sick, that I have no excuse to be away from class for the day.

The rhyme ran through my head while I was waiting in the doctor's lounge at high noon with hubby dearest. He was in to ask why he was being lightheaded and why he was having sudden bouts of exhaustion. I said he was just a hypochondriac, but he said something was really wrong.

Argh!

Then I noticed something amazing while we were waiting for our turn.

10/365: To Catch a Whirlwind

My two-year-old nephew is a constantly moving mass of energy. Very difficult to pin him down when you're a-wanting a hug. Hubby tried, but he just got a 2-second embrace after he caught him, heh.

Blessed be!