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My five year old is sick. 

She's had a nasty, wet cough for over a week. 

A fever on and off. 

But yesterday she didn't eat much and then threw up at 5am. 

So, I called our ever trusty pediatrician, Dr. Brooks. 

A Medicinal Saint in my book. 

And I'm not even Catholic. 

We got right in to see him this morning. 

Her Co2 was a bit low. 

He heard a bit of crackling and "wetness" in her lungs, upper airway. 

Bronchitis. 

Blech. 

Beats cancer, though. 

Zoe was 5 when she was diagnosed with cancer, so 5 makes me apprehensive. 

I know it's irrational. 

But anytime one of my kids gets a rash or a fever or a cough or a headache or a bruise, something in me internally cries "no, no, no."

So for me, bronchitis seems okay...