Randman's World

So, we wanted to go out this weekend to celebrate Charlie's potty training. But fate was against us.

I worked from home Thursday video editing, and was so intense that I didn't notice that I was not feeling well until 5:00 p.m. I got up, and noticed I was really hot. I checked my temp, and it was 102.5. Yikes. That was it. I was down for the count.

Kim picks up Charlie, and goes to take him to the mall. At one shop, Charlie leans over onto her, grabs on, and clings to her. That's just something he doesn't do. She brings him home, and he throws up as soon as he gets in the door. His temp? 100.2.

So, Friday comes and goes. I get worse. Charlie isn't eating, and gets tired very quickly.

Saturday. I'm worse. Now, I have a raging sore throat, body aches that can't be controlled with Tylenol, sinus pain that makes my head feel like it's going to explode, and night sweats. Charlie still have a fever, gets tired really easy, and just isn't himself. It's time to go to the doctor. So, I go, figuring that if I have anything bad, we'll have Charlie looked at, as we probably both have the same thing. If it's just a flu, which they don't give you anything for, we'll both ride it out.

Well, it wasn't the flu. I have Strep. Crap. So, we bring Charlie in. And guess what. He doesn't have Strep. He has a stomach bug. I get antibiotics, 800mg Motrin, and some nasal spray. Charlie gets a precautionary script for antibiotics, to fill in case he develops strep.

Sunday, I finally start feeling a bit human again. I'm functioning at about 60%. Charlie is still getting tired, but has a bit more pep. He's still not eating that much.

Hopefully, we'll be better tomorrow, and can return to normal life. Two weekends in a row being cooped up in the house, missing the beautiful Florida fall weather sucks!

And a thousand kisses to my wife, for being the best nurse to her two sick men.