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madrobinsCalled the doctor and got antibiotics. I know this: this is bronchitis (I'm hearing one of those superhero vs. arch-villain dialogues here: "Ah, Bronchitis, my old nemesis. I know you of old. You think you're going to rain destruction upon my immune system--but this time I'm ready for you!" "Aaaaagggghhh!"). Interestingly, when I told the girls that I was sick but had gotten medicine, Younger Girl started getting weepy because Mama is sick and Daddy is all the way across the country, and who's going to take care of them when I am incapacitated. The fact that I was making dinner at the time didn't seem to have impressed upon her that I have not yet lain down and died. Another coupla days and some cough medicine to keep me from spasming and all should be fine again. In the meantime, bleagh.