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Some of our children are occasionally struck with a mysterious life threatening condition called Hypochondriacismatosis-type II.

Bekah's symptoms take a tragic turn for the worse every night right when she hears the words, "go to bed."  A very mysterious condition indeed.

Tonight's episode was especially bad. Once in bed, she called out to me from her room to let me know that she was pretty sure both her legs were broken.

I think I better call 1-800-dial-a-nurse. They were super helpful all those times we called in college.

"Sounds like you better go to the emergency room."

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In other health news, tonight we had an ward Valentines party. Which has nothing to do with health except for the fact that ten seconds after we walked in the door, my meds kicked in, causing my face to flush a rather spectacular shade of neon red. Oh? You didn't know neon red existed? Well it does now.

Multiple people asked if I went skiing today, or was I sunbathing in this strangely warm weather, or if perhaps I visited Chernobyl* lately?

It was, as you can imagine, awesome.

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And for the grand finale of the evening, Rachel got hit on by a sixth grader today.

It was, as you can imagine, awesome.

*sorry mom! Terrrrrrrrible Russian joke.  Chernobyl was not funny at all.