5:30 — alarm, I wake up,
shower, feed rabbits, get breakfast on the table
6:05 — Amigo gets up, gets dressed, comes down for breakfast as is routine.
6:20 — Amigo hugs me.
Mom: “Hey, kiddo, you feel warm.”
Teen: “I feel achy all over.”
Mom: “Hmm. Let me take your temperature. 101.5 — you’re staying home today.”
After a brief discussion, it was determined that I would stay home with the sick boy. I zoomed off to school, left sub plans, checked in with a couple of key co-workers, and came home.
Since then, Amigo has only left the couch briefly to use the bathroom. He has sipped copious amounts of water and other refreshing beverages, but has wanted nothing to do with food. Ibuprofen is not bringing the fever down. He has a hacking cough. He is exhausted. The only effort he makes is to reach for his drink and occasionally wake up and change the TV channel. In fact, he slept all morning and on and off all afternoon.
Everything points to influenza.
I have homemade chicken noodle soup in the crockpot. He won’t want to eat tonight, but he might eat the leftovers tomorrow or Friday.
I’m feeling a little under the weather myself. I hope my annual flu shot keeps the worst at bay. Meanwhile, I’ll keep drinking liquids and washing my hands and resting.
Pandemic? No. It’s just the family. We’ve coped with this before, and we can cope again. but all things considered, I might add a few stock-up items to the grocery list in case things get worse. I mean, we did miss the blizzard this time. We might not be that lucky the next time Mother Nature unleashes her power.