Fever

Our family is flashing back to this summer--to the few days after the boys had their tonsils removed. Oi, that was a terrible time. They both had fevers galore, they were both in terrible pain, they both refused to drink (though Van is much better than Powell on that score), and they had a very difficult time taking their medicine. Oh, and we were up every night just about hourly with one, the other, both, or all three kids.

Last week, Powell had a high fever for a few days. Other than increased whineyness and an intense desire to watch Larryboy and the Bad Apple ad naseum, it wasn't so bad. This week, Van caught it, and he's been really sick. He's had a higher fever for longer--the doctor says we should just wait it out, making sure he drinks enough not be dehydrated. But it's been hard.

This morning, Van woke up with the fever. I thought he had given it to Powell, but it appears that something new (and worse) has struck our house.

I hope for two things to be different from the last time the two were so sick.

1. Last time, the temperature was over one hundred degrees, and our air conditioner simply stopped.

2. Last time, Amanda had to go to the emergency room in the middle
of the night because of a terrifyingly painful kidney stone. Yes, that was a picnic. All three kids screaming, mommy doubled over in pain, no AC in 100+ temperatures. Whew.

Well, today, the high is expected to be -2, so the AC won't be an issue. Murphy, of course, says that the furnace will go out. We'll just have to trust and pray that he's wrong!

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