Sigh....poor Galahad. He seems to have had a relapse
of that awful flu. Last night he had a raging fever of 103°F
and was delirious. The delirium snapped me out of a sound sleep at
3:30 am. Somehow he was flying a fighter jet and was getting strafed.
Hehe, part of me was giggling at that and part of me was so freaked out
because he was really far gone. I went tearing through the house
looking for rubbing alcohol. We switched from that to hydrogen
peroxide which is good for cuts but useless for fevers. I grabbed an
ice pack, some more aspirin, and some Benadryl. Then, I begged him to
get better even though I was sure he couldn't hear me, caught as he was in
his alternate reality.
I think he heard me because his fever broke an hour later. I stayed
up the rest of the night reading and watching over him. He's been a
little better today, but the fever came back albeit not as severe.
I'm starting to get paranoid about catching this nasty affliction.
If I had masks and gloves, I think I'd be wearing them.
:p I've been washing
my hands every 15 minutes and washing our sheets every few days.
I forced him to open one of his Xmas presents early. He loved it!
It's a deluxe, professional-grade ice pack perfect for those high fever days
and body ache pains.
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