If you're like me, born in the dark ages of unflavored medicines, you've probably repressed memories of your mother holding you down, shoving some vile antibiotic down your throat while you screamed and spit, only to get another mouthful and a good tongue lashing from your parents. And if you're more like me, you will probably never, EVER be able to hold down anything with the misleading description "cherry flavored."
Sorry to dredge up these deeply buried visions. But I do have a point here.
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My son has eczema. He had it as a newborn, it was mitigated during spring, nearly disappeared over summer, and was back with a vengeance in November. It made its second coming appearance on his legs after he started crawling then spread to his arms, back, chest, and now face. He even has a few patches on his hands, which is evident when he rubs them against his clothing trying to scratch. I know he's just miserable sometimes, and as a mom, I feel terrible about his ordeal.
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Christmas has never been my favorite holiday. I guess that's what working retail for so many years does to you. All those long hours, crabby customers, and the endless drove of continuous Christmas tuneage does nothing for one's holiday cheer.
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