I regret to inform you that Tyler no longer wishes to run for president. He decided that "two jobs might be too much work" so he's going to focus on his main job goal of becoming a doctor. Either that or a firetruck. Yes, the truck itself. After all, he is only four.
After the boys finally got to bed I head off to urgent care to finally have my sore throat, cough, and aching chest looking at. They seemed to think it looked like strep, but it came up negative but they said sometimes it's not accurate. Hmm. Anyway they said my oxygen levels were low and gave me an antibiotic and an inhaler. Uneventful and easy. Not too bad.
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