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September 26, 2005

"Sick call."


Just when things were starting to get back to normal Jack started to get sick last week. Strange cough and then on Wednesday the dreaded high fever and the "Come get him" phone call from Mrs. Dawn's Day Spa for the Small and Troublesome.

A visit to Doctor Molotov seems to pin it down to a virus/flu/something. Either way it's home with Dad on Wednesday and Thursday.

(Did I mention that Fabulous Babe was in California from Monday until late Thursday night? MBA classes all day Friday and Saturday as well.)

Friday at 5:00 am Jack wakes us screaming. Temp was 102.6 before he threw the thermometer across the room. A lukewarm bath seemed to bring it down but I took Jack to the Doctors again. (Dr. September since Molotov was off on Friday.) Now we have an ear infection.

By Friday afternoon Jack just wanted to have me hold him while he fell asleep. Worse was that he had now succeeded in giving the mystery illness to both myself and Fabulous Babe.

By Sunday night Jack was seemingly fit as a fiddle. Until we noticed a strange rash on his back during his bath. Not sure what it is yet.

Fabulous Babe has a dry cough but seems to have missed most of the worst of the bug. I had the high fever and it seems to have taken up residence in my chest. I'm having a lot of trouble breathing and am off to see the doctor in a bit.


p.s. On Thursday night Fabulous Babe got home close to midnight from her business trip to CA. As she was settling into bed she told me that I had done a great job this week with Short Stack. Easily the nicest compliment I've gotten in a long time and very gratifying.

This past week has been a good example of why I quit work for a while. With Fabulous Babe's work, school and travel schedule both of us working would have made this week impossible to manage without serious consquences. Balancing family and work is hard but in the end you should always make the right choice: putting family first. I know that Jack doesn't understand any of that now but when he's sick I want him to be held, and loved, by myself or FB. As he sobbed his way to sleep last Thursday in my arms the sting of not having a regular paycheck was the furthest thing from my mind.

Posted by Jim at September 26, 2005 09:30 AM


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