I was on a roll with my Crete posts and then on Friday we were at lunch after church and I realized how sore I was from a workout the day before. Not totally surprising because I had taken 2 weeks off for vacation, but I didn’t expect to feel pains in every muscle in my body. An hour later after almost passing out in the mall (I went from thinking I was sore to realizing I was getting very sick in a span of about 5 minutes) I was home, in bed, dressed in sweats and wool socks and shivering under 4 layers of blankets. I slept all afternoon and by evening I was hungry and by midnight my fever had broken and I woke up the next morning as if I had never been sick. Who gets the flu for only 12 hours?!
The next day we went to the boys’ final basketball games and parties. I had no carry over symptoms from being sick and had slept tons the previous day and night, so I went too. Camille was extra whiny and clingy during the games . . . and I bet you can guess where this is going, huh? She fell around 1:30pm exactly 24 hours after I did. I picked her up out of her car seat when we arrived home and I could feel the heat on her cheeks. I was hoping she would kick it in the same amount of time that I did, but she was miserable all night and into today. She has a good hour where the Motrin is working for her and then varying degrees of unhappiness until it’s time for her medicine again.
I’m hoping the 3rd time is the charm because I came downstairs to check on Camille this morning (she made a 1/2 hearted attempt to join her brothers in watching the world series) and saw that Caleb’s cheeks looked really bright. Yep, fever number 3. He seems fine other than being upset because his fever is messing up his school holiday play plans, but he’s consoling himself with a movie day.
