He missed my texts that I was going to the doc, but caught an e-mail. He came home and watched the kid so I could see the doc. Doc listened to my chest a little too long, but I ended up with a antibiotic.
When I got home I mentioned the only thing that sounded good was a steak fajita. DH packed up the kid and took us both for Mexican.
Mah belly is not full of fajita and antibiotic. Happy Day.