Sick Day

My kidlet, bless him, is sick. High fever that won't go down for more than an hour or so, feeling puny, laying on the couch, sick.

If you knew Kidlet, you would know how very unusual this is. The boy is never sick, at least not in little kid terms. I can literally count on one hand the number of times he's been ill (excepting carsick, which doesn't really count). The kid is seriously healthy as an ox.

The problem is, when Kidlet gets sick, he gets SICK. The first time he ever got sick, he ended up in the hospital for pneumonia. When he had chicken pox, he got them on his eyeball (one of the few times the pox requires prompt medical attention). The one time he's had an ear infection, he got double ear infections that took two rounds of antibiotics to clear up. He may not get sick often, but he gets sick in earnest.

Which is why I'm quietly freaking out today as I watch my kid lay around like a rag doll. I know that this is probably the 24 hour mystery fever one of his friends had right after the birthday party. I know that it's no big deal really. Except I'm afraid that it is, ya know? I don't see him getting better right now, and I really don't want it to get worse (if only because the two of us will kill each other with boredom if we have to stay home together more than a day!).

*sigh* this blows.