Being sick is for the birds. So much so that as I'm feeding Layna I have a leaky faucet incident with my nose and it goes rolling down my face. I jerk the bottle out of her mouth, grab a tissue, and wipe my face down. As I blow my nose I look over and Layna is looking at me like I've lost my mind. As I write this, it happened again.
Yeah, being sick sucks.
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