Day 4 of cough. Now with low grade fever!

Thankfully, the doctor says my lungs are clear and my oxygenation is fine. I do know how to say “I’m coughing” and “I have a fever” in Hebrew, but lucky for me we landed in a city with plenty of  Americans, Brits, Canadians, and South Africans. So while I probably could have (barely) managed to get my point across, the doctor who saw me went to NYU. He offered me cough medicine with codeine, but I’m more of a percocet kind of girl (codeine makes me uncomfortably wacked out).

So I’m going to ride it out, with my trusty laptop by my side and my trusty husband, who made a 4:30 train home, picked up takeout for dinner (kubbeh soup), and has helped me deal with the screamers. Highlights tonight include:

• AM accidentally dropping a Matchbox police car down the elevator shaft (oy lanu!)
• the bathwater a weird shade of ochre shade, canceling the bath and dashing AM’s wish to play in the bath
• Miss M’s insistence that she needs juice (not true) because she’s sick (she has a cold; juice is reserved for fever)
• Miss M’s obstinate refusal to put on her damn pajamas already, resulting in the loss of a balloon to which she was suddenly very attached
• the tragedy of Ema refusing to brush AM’s teeth (i.e., stick my germy hands in his mouth) if Abba was available

I am totally pulling out the ice cream at 9:30 and going to bed right after that…