Whitney is sick.

So, it's official... Whitney has now succumbed to illness as well. I guess it was inevitable; first Jordan, then Kelly, then me, and now Whitney. It's as if we all have a penance to pay for being in Ireland...

We took a taxi to the doctor's office I went to for my ailment, and we were pretty certain Whitney had it bad when the doctor, as is usual for Whitney, said "Oh... that's bad" upon seeing Whitney's throat. Which is an appropriate response, I suppose, as Whitney's right tonsil was pretty much black, scattered with little white spots. Yeah, yuk.

The doctor called it as either tonsillitis or mono, but as Whitney only started feeling unwell yesterday, it was too soon to be able to differentiate between them. The doctor staked on the tonsillitis, and prescribed an antibiotic and ibuprofen to help treat it. The pills are massive (think a slightly flattened Mike and Ike), but hopefully a medicine of such concentrated potency will get her better in a few days.

Just pray that it is not mono, though, as that takes much longer to recover from, and we would have to miss out on the last portion of our travels. With rest and fluids, though, I think she should get well pretty soon.

Besides, I am here to take care of her when she needs me, so don't worry about being motherly, Donna- that's my job when you are away :-)

Much love,
Duncan and Whitney