It was bound to happen. I said the S word. I should have known better, but I said it anyway....and now.......Jesse.....is......
He came home early on Wednesday afternoon looking like something between Death Warmed Over and Something The Cat Drug In, headed straight for a hot shower and climbed into bed under my electric blanket shivering and shaking. He was getting sharp pains everywhere. His temperature was 102. Sooooo.....I gave him DayQuil, motrin, Gatorade, and rubbed his scalp til he fell asleep.
When he woke up, he wanted ice cream. He said it made his throat feel better. Did I mention we have a two story house? Yeah...well.....I got him whatever he wanted with a smile.
He was having trouble sleeping that night, I guess because of all the sleeping during the day, but as soon as I went in there and cuddled behind him, he was out.
This morning, he woke up feeling pretty good. However, it was a slow decline. By 5 PM, he was waiting for Certain Death to come pay him a visit. So, he went to bed again. I warmed him some soup and kool aid, and he's 'resting' with his eyes closed and the remote clenched in his hand.
We were planning on having a party for Alex this weekend (remember? His birthday was in August.) - but maybe not.
At any rate, I'm thinking all this tender loving care I'm giving him is good for a little shopping trip here or there. Honey, are you reading this?! Didn't I take great care of you?! I think we should go get me a new lap top. or a vehicle. either one is good. hee hee...