Bad Throat

Busy Boy is his father’s son.  Most of his mannerisms and a lot of his attitude comes from Dad.   Apparently, he is every bit of my son too, in terms of having a bad throat. 

Last Tuesday,  Dad wanted a late night dessert and requested for mango icedcandy to be sent to our room.  Unfortunately, the boy insisted he have one too. I said no but Dad agreed.  Unfortunately, by Wednesday morning,  he was coughing, his throat hurts and he had a hard time talking and swallowing.

Familiar?  I’ve been battling tonsillitis for as long as I can remember.  It’s my Achilles heel and I dreaded getting it.  Too bad Busy Boy had to have a throat like mine. While others could just eat loads of cold sweets (deadliest combination), we can’t. Especially if taken very early in the morning or late at night.   Some could shout themselves hoarse and chug a cold beverage immediately afterwards and be fine the next day, we can’t.

We’re taking it easy for now and cancelled all our activities for the weekend. School is about to start in 2 weeks and we have to be in ready by then.  We have a lot of prep to do as well.

Oh well, at least now BB has learned his lesson.