Week 7, Day 3

I caught Tristan's head cold this week, and the worst part was waiting throughout the night to get ahold of my doctor and find out what medicine is okay for me to take, since our little pinto bean is so susceptible right now. Even after we got a medicine, and Tristan hauled himself out of bed to go buy it, and we all got doped up, the sinus drainage combined with how little I've been able to eat flared up my morning (or should I say all day?) sickness to unbearable levels. When pinto bean gets out, we're going to go over proper guest behavior. This making-the-host-too-sick-to-eat nonsense will not stand.