Cooties for Alex

We didn’t go to Six Flags yesterday cuz the weather was supposed to be nicer today.  BUT, Alex woke up with an earache and a fever.  He’s been medicated and fed and he’s somewhat better.  The fever is still 100.5 two hours after ibuprofen and cold meds.  He insists he’s well enough to go to Six Flags, but we’ll be chillin around the house today.  He gave me a look that told me how unfair and cruel I am and how terrible his life is.  Yup.  World’s Worst Mother right here.

I offered to rent him a new game, but he’d not interested.  It’s probably for the best, I don’t want him getting too exited and heating up anymore.  I’m not sure why his fevers get so high and refuse to come down.  He’s always been that way.  I’d give him ibuprofen and a bath and we’d still end up at the E.R. in the middle of the night cuz I couldn’t get his fever under 103.  I don’t think I ever fully recovered from watching him have a febrile seizure, of which he has absolutely no memory.  The pharmacist told me to give him Tylenol, which I give him for normal stuff.  However, it is my experinence that it does not work as well on Alex’s fevers and only lasts about 2  hours. 

I made rice patties, but he only ate one cuz his throat hurts.  You know he’s sick when he won’t eat.  I also took a shot at making tortillas for the first time.  Alex gave them a 5 on a 25 point scale.  I don’t think they were quite that bad.  Chris at them.  We have popsicles in the freezer and those seem to be okay.  (Hey Juana, remember, "Alex want a popsicle? Noooo.")   I have to go check on my little booger.