Thursday, October 16, 2008
A battle with the demons.
What do you do when someone you love is sick? No, panic is not an option. Well OK I did start to panic last night. The wee Wild One started feeling badly and had a high fever almost instantly. Even with motrin his fever was still above 101 degrees. Calmness was still winning in my head, but by bedtime (which was late as the Wild Ones don't have school today) the Big Guy was out galavanting and the fever was on the rise. He was burning to the skin and the thermometer read 108...yes I checked it three times. This is when the demon inside me took over and made me (a little more) crazy. As I was reaching for the phone to call 911 I realized that while he was burning up, if his temp really was 108 things would probably look a lot different. As I was bathing him in cool wet clothes I questioned him about the kids at school (those dang germ spreaders) and found out that several kids had been out for 2 and 3 days...and came back. The demon began to shrink as I realized this is just another bump in the road. The wee Wild One is not back to normal, but is well enough to fight the other two for turns at Club Penguin and Wii...even with his temp of 106.