And I don’t mean the good kind.

Darla’s had a bad fever since Friday, and has trooping along through it. Today, she finally went to the doctor, and was diagnosed with pleurisy — kinda like pneumonia, except the fluid is outside the lungs instead of inside.

Beck tells me that she feels like she’s been transported back to the 1830’s: “Nobody gets pleurisy anymore!” Well, she did, and she is suffering through it with lots of coughing, and lots of pain in her chest.

The doc prescribed antibiotics, and it seems like they are helping quite a bit. She’s beat though, and I wonder about our trip now, and whether she will be ready for it.