…to 2006 and we’ve just spent five of them at the emergency room.
The short kid decided a fever of almost 104 would be a good way to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon, and he threw in some headache, sore throat and trouble swallowing to boot.
Strep, you say? That’s what I said.
Apparently not. They tested him for influenza and strep and whatnot, and I guess he’s got an unidentified viral infection. Since his fever came down after they dosed him with Tylenol and Motrin (and let him rest for FIVE hours), they sent us home emptyhanded. Not even a mild antibiotic. (Which I don’t necessarily dislike because I like to encourage their bodies to be strong on their own, but 104!)
So, now it’s 9:20 and they’re eating supper. And the tall child has school tomorrow.
Yeah. Do we know how to ring in a new year or what?