Dreary Post

Here's the forewarning: This is going to be a dreary post.

We're on day 5 of Aden's illness. This is, by far, the sickest he has ever been. It is so hard to see him so miserable. It seems like this is going to last forever.

I'll spare the gory rundown of symptoms. Newest in the last 24 hours was the 104.3 temperature last night, the near-visit to the doctor today because Aden was lying on the couch crying because his side hurt so badly and he felt so wretched. There is no significant sign of improvement, and we continue to provide updates to the doctor. At least we have kept it to just the one visit to the emergency room. We have no reason to believe this is anything but influenza or that there are complications, and that's a reason to be grateful. But, I'm so ready for this to pass.

The latest vomit experience was in the shower, resulting in some disturbance of the shower curtain causing the water spray out, saturating the floor and causing a waterfall into the basement. At least the new washer and dyer came in time for us to wash all these soiled clothes, sopping towels and floor mats in a few hours total instead of several. hours. for. each. load.

"WAY TO LOOK AT THE BRIGHT SIDE, KIESSA!" I'm thinking. I'll use that to distract from the worry, the wet floor, the cat vomit I found in the spare room, the anticipation of another night of being summoned from sweet sleep every thirty minutes, and the doctor's voice in my head saying, "Everybody is going to get this..."

Does it sound like any of us are having a good week? No. We. Are. Not. Thanks for reading this rant.

PS. Have I already said that my husband is the best caregiver of sick people ever? Concerned, patient, dilligent, kind, selfless and encouraging, he is the only one keeping us going.