27 February 2005

James is sick

James woke up in the wee hours Friday morning with a temperature of 102.9°F. We called the doctor; the nurse on call said to give him some Tylenol and lots of fluids and call back in three days if the fever didn't go down. So we did nothing and the fever went down on its own. James was pretty miserable for a day or two and couldn't sleep for more than two hours at a stretch. Now the fever is gone. He has a nasty-sounding cough. He's a trooper.

When I was a kid, my parents routinely cured my childhood diseases with Jell-O and fun music tapes. Or so it seems through the lens of memory.

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