Scotter and I have both been sick for the last two weeks. Scotter just finished up his round of antibiotics, but still seems to be suffering from something- as he’s still clingy, easily upset, and isn’t eating well. I have the worst sinus congestion I’ve ever had. We’re talking: I can’t smell, and my taste and hearing is compromized. The whole experience has made me a more sympathetic to people who suffer with such symptoms chronically. I can’t image being hard of hearing. Yesterday, at an appointment, I had to keep asking the woman to repeat herself because I couldn’t understand her over Scotland’s chatter. My inability to smell has meant poor Scotland has gone longer with messy diapers, because I’m simply unaware that they’re there. While I appreciate this opportunity to walk in the shoes of the unfortunate, my patience is wearing thin. This feeling of being underwater is suffocating and it’s starting to seriously alter my typically cheery disposition.