Guess Who Got Hospitalized

Newsletter 2020-02-10

Early Saturday afternoon, I thought to myself, “What am I going to write about for the newsletter? Nothing happened this week.” Thirty seconds later, my four-year-old, Waffle, stepped up to the plate. I wrote most of this newsletter in two different hospitals.

Waffle said she didn’t feel well Friday, but nobody noticed anything amiss. She looked and acted normal, which is always relative in this family. She didn’t trigger the notice of her preschool teachers, who are always looking for any excuse to bounce kids from class, especially this time of year, which is plague season. Flu shots have so far failed to slow down the wave of illness sweeping through the school. It’s like trying to stop a tsunami with a sponge.

Saturday morning, Waffle took a turn for the worse. She just wanted to lie down and cuddle with my wife, Lola, which is always a red flag. If Waffle isn’t destroying things, she must be dying. Lola gave Waffle some over-the-counter medicine, which is usually enough to spark an…