…the J-Man is sick with some mysterious malady that seems to be lasting forever.

Before the SummerBash and before his birthday (the child is now twelve, and while I’m not going to go all Dooce and write an exhaustive letter regarding the fact that my preshus baybee has reached this milestone – LORD, can you believe it?? Twelve!) the doctor started him on antibiotics for an icky throat and a bad cough and he seemed to rally a bit.

Then later this week, the throat seemed to become even ickier and the cough returned, so back to the doctor we went. He ordered a stronger course of antibiotics, a chest X-ray, and some blood tests, apparently fearing something vile. He mentioned mono and walking pneumonia, but he also did a throat culture for strep, and that’s what I’m leaning towards since his throat is all bumpy and full of pus (TMI – beautiful imagery!).

So far the chest X-ray came up clear, but I haven’t received word on the blood tests, so we’re waiting. The poor kid is crabby due to being kept in the house, but I really don’t want to have him outside getting overheated and more sick. It’s bad enough he got sicker after the first round of antibiotics, probably largely from sitting outside in the rain at that damned concert.

All of this sucks because we’ve been invited to a rather stellar outdoor birthday party tomorrow, but rain is expected and I just don’t want to risk either the kid getting sicker or infecting other kids.

For Father’s Day I baked my stepdad approximately two hundred (and I’m really not exaggerating) burned peanut butter cookies. He likes them brown and crispy, to the point in which they are almost inedible, so I spent the morning burning cookies. What a waste.

My father wants “hip, fitted shirts” to wear out dancing, so I am going shopping later today for him. Basically anything a man half his age would like, he’d like, so he’s easy to shop for.

And regarding the previous entry, thanks for your comments; and no, I am certainly not calling Norton, because I do agree with all of you that I’ve been unceremoniously dumped, and I have way too much pride to ever cross that line.

If he did love me, it obviously wasn’t very much, or he would have at least had the courtesy to call me and tell me what was going on, or tell me he no longer wanted to be with me.

I have to just let it go.

To all you dads out there who are there for your children and make the time to be both present and active in your kids’ lives, have a wonderful Father’s Day.

Happy Saturday.

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