The Plague

Harlow and Daddy, originally uploaded by medusahead.

Awww, right?

Uh uh. Don't buy it.

We're in the middle of a plague, y'all. This sweet baby has gone and made God mad this week. We have yet another ear infection or the same epic one that just isn't going away. She's on her third round of antibiotics, this one not giving her diarrhea but still messing with her stomach. There's been crying from midnight to two for several nights now, even the magical boob failing to quiet her for long. Stupid meds. Or maybe it's the brand new incisor poking through. Oh wait, it's just Fifth Disease.

Exactly. What is Fifth Disease? Nirvana for a hyprochondriac, for starters. Sounds appropriately exotic and sightly sinister but doesn't deliver too much in the illness department. You basically get lots of snot, lots of coughing, and a weird red rash on the body that manifests like gin blossoms on the cheeks, giving Fifth its nickname of "Slapped Cheek" Disease. It's known as Fifth disease as it was the fifth of the six childhood rash-related diseases to be identified, a funfact that makes me really depressed for the medical personnel involved. All that possibility and the creative juices just sputtered and died after four?