Toddler Stomach Bloated Stomach

The light at the end of the tunnel (but no Marchionne)

Now if Marchionne is the engineering, I am an astronaut.
Here, I wanted to start with a bit of news (which made me furious) this post complaints and diseases, not to immediately fall into the abyss of mucus and catarrh in which we have sunk in that period.
The misadventures continue, although it seems that we are going out.
Superbaby have coughs and colds, and after having tried everything (including the propolis aerosol) and keeping him home from kindergarten (Fall, hopefully, next Tuesday) morning I gave in and gave him the antibiotic, trying to reverse the damage with lactic acid bacteria and vitamins. I hope that it serves to close, at least for now, this train of ills is bothering him a lot.
For my part, I, too, but since yesterday, the antibiotic, a terrible sore throat, with lots of enlarged lymph nodes, has convinced me. Among other things, I came to suspect that the long deferment of the child's illness may be linked to a 'rebound' of the virus between me and him. I even asked the doctor a tonic, as the last few weeks have been pretty tough, with little sleep and spent whole days at home so as not to catch cold in SB. If blood tests would certainly be liable to an accusation of doping, since I am also taking vitamins, magnesium and melatonin: a drug addict in practice. Then there is the chapter balance: pounds heavier marks (due!!), With tragic consequences on mood and wardrobe, and I had to also go on a diet. Nothing drastic to charity, but this time I would not do anything but eat sweets and not easy to give up.
Speaking of good news these days are quite happy to have found, via Facebook, my philosophy teacher in high school. A highly intelligent person who left me for years, the nostalgia of the feeling of 'have a teacher,' you have really facing a person to learn from. And since I am rather spocchiosetta sapientina and is not that he has encountered other, after. Still not to be overlooked, including two Fridays I go to the hammam with a group of friends. Wait for the day with the anxiety with which they expect to leave. I am just fruit, alas.