FORGIVE THE ALL CAPS.  THIS HAPPENS FOR SOME BIZARRE REASON WHEN I UPDATE FROM MY PHONE. I’M NOT YELLING BUT MAYBE I SHOULD BE . . .                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         REMEMBER THAT WE’RE SET TO MOVE IN FOUR DAYS AND ARE IN THE MIDST OF PACKING UP OUR ENTIRE HOUSE?  AND REMEMBER THAT LITTLE RULE ABOUT GOING TO THE HOSPITAL IF AUSTIN HAS A FEVER OVER 100.4? CAN YOU GUESS WHERE THIS IS GOING?                                                                                                                                                                                                             WE WENT TO THE CLINIC TODAY FOR LABS WHICH PROVED THAT HIS COUNTS ARE INDEED LOW (WHICH WE ALREADY KNEW BY HIS GENERAL LOW MOOD). HE FELL ASLEEP ON THE WAY HOME AND GOT IN A GOOD NAP AT HOME WHILE I (AND MARK’S MOM AND SISTER) PACKED. WHEN HE WOKE UP, HE WAS ON FIRE. NOT “OH, WILL SOMEONE FEEL HIS FOREHEAD AND TELL ME WHAT THEY THINK?” FIRE BUT DEFINITE, NO WAY AROUND IT, MOTHER KNOWS BEST FEVER.  SURE ENOUGH: 102.7.

WE’VE BEEN HERE SINCE ABOUT 7. HE’S HOOKED TO FLUIDS AND HAS ALREADY HAD A CHEST X-RAY AND ANTIBIOTICS. YOU CAN’T BE RELEASED UNTIL YOU’VE BEEN WITHOUT FEVER FOR 48 HOURS AND HAVE RISING BLOOD COUNTS SO IT’LL BE SUNDAY IF WE’RE LUCKY. I AM MOST MOST UPSET AT THE IDEA OF THE FOUR OF US NOT BEING TOGETHER FOR THE LAST NIGHT IN  THE ONLY HOME MY BOYS HAVE EVER KNOWN. BUT, AS MY DAD WOULD REMIND ME, I AM TRYING TO FOCUS ON THE ONE TINY INCH IN FRONT OF ME.  JUST GET PAST THIS ONE TINY INCH AND THEN ONE MORE TINY INCH AFTER THAT. WE DO WHAT WE HAVE TO DO. EVEN WHEN WE DON’T LIKE IT.

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