[a moment] of dying

[moment 51]

If one were to believe what Onyx said approximately 327 times the other day, they were actively dying. Luckily it was just a moment of dying ...ok, a day of dying. You see, Onyx got the covid-19 vaccination booster. They spent the morning before the shot bragging about how easy the days after getting the vaccine were and intimating that their mother must be some sort of wimp because of the misery she suffered after all three doses of vaccine that she received. 

Very quickly, though, Onyx's tune changed. 

Onyx did not sleep well the night after the booster and climbed into my bed as soon as they could ... along with a horde of Squishmallows. They binge-watched NCIS with Eris, who was also quite miserable. 

I had to get an infusion, so I left them to wallow in misery while I spent an hour having a very pleasant conversation with two adults who are not related to me while hooked up to an IV. Afterwards, I stopped at the store to procure two boxes of popsicles, as apparently popsicles are the only thing that can bring any sense of comfort to tormented teenagers.

They weren't dying quite as strenuously the next day, but the popsicles were still very much needed to fend off any possible suffering. Perhaps they won't be quite as gloaty next time.