Memories...

My earliest memory is something that I wasn't even sure if it really happened or not until just a few days ago. I had this memory of being really sick, coughing like a dog and my mom taking me in the middle of night into the shower. She turned the water as hot as it would go and aimed it against the wall. We stayed dry and I breathed in the steam until I could breath a little better.

Oddly this came up over Sunday dinner with my mom. Turned out I had croup.

So today I went to a pediatrician's office to shadow a doctor. In a spare moment I read all about croup ... well, a one page handout for parents. Low and behold, three hours later a kid came in and was diagnosed with croup.

Weird how things work out like that. Even weirder that my first memory is me being sick. Weirdest is that until I was 24 and in medical school, I didn't even know if that memory was real.