That's our house ratio of sick to well.
Okay, Teoman is better. Tomris is getting better. Tolga is getting better. Gokhan, Anne, and Baba are ill. It may be tiresome to read about, and that's just about how tiresome it is to hear about. I'll probably be eating my words in a few days... but the adults in this house are very shocked by their illness. Not go-to-the-doctor shocked, but:
Me: Anne, how are you?
Anne: (cough cough) Terrible
I swear she saved that cough for me.
Gokhan: Yavrim benim (talking to Tuana in my arms). Amca's really sick too.
Tolga: I just don't have energy. I am shaky.
All: That (fill in the blank) medicine is really good.
Tuana was in my arms all night again. Kicking with pain and irritation. Sleeping a restless sleep. Her eyes and face puffy and groggy with fever. My poor baby. She was by my side most of the day too - going up and down in her temperature and energy.
But still smiling and giggling here and there.
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