The following podcast is a dear media production. Hello everybody I'm back. I'm back. I have risen through the Tamiflu ashes, a rising viral phoenix.

So last week, Clyde had the flu.

And because I am a beacon of maternal instincts I caught it on the very last day.

I was like he's taving, he's taving. And you know gy Gypsy Rose D.

I was giving him Tylenol every six hours

because, you know, that's what a gal does

when the baby feels hot to the touch.

But he wasn't really sneezing he wasn't really coughing besides

just being a royal pain in my fucking ass I didn't I wasn't getting flu he wasn't

giving flu if you know what I mean. He was giving teething. But finally

like last week Monday Tuesday he was so lethargic that I was like checking

his pulse and I'm like you know maybe we go to the doctor and before you come into my

DMs you know calling me a terrible unfit mother correct just don't because it's gonna like waste both of our

both of our time and time is money.

Don't forget it.

So I take him to the doctor and you know I'm not a doctor person.

I believe in medicine, I believe in science, but you know I'm going to throw

some oregano oil, a humidifier, an onion in the sock, like I get a little granola mostly out of laziness, not because I'm like, you know,

woman of the world, earthy like mama bear with Palo Santo. And I kind of have like nothing in between.

I'm either like putting raw onions up my baby's ass

like a fucking rotisserie chicken,

or I'm like completely medicating.

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