The good news, and the only news that really matters, is that Aiden is much better today. I didn’t see him, but I’ve had reports. He’s eating again, and sassing his mama, in that good-natured way he has. He even told his daddy that there was NASCAR on television, and they watched it together. Plus (and this might be important, too), his fever is down.
Kylie is no worse than she was. She has a touch of a stomach virus, and it’s not anything that you’d ever want a six-month-old angel to have to suffer through, but at least it’s not any of the other, worse things she could have. I’m not sure how their parents are doing, but I talked to them both today and they were both lucid and upbeat. That’s like a miracle or something, considering the week they’ve been through.
How am I doing? Well, that’s kind of the bad news. I’ve been wearing the wrist brace since I went to bed last night, for one thing, and it’s the first time I’ve needed it in months. This is also the first time that the pain has affected me while I was doing nothing more stressful than typing. Usually it spikes when I’m opening a jar or turning a key or twisting the blinds closed. And obviously, I can’t do any kind of cleaning that involves scrubbing or rubbing. That’s obvious, right?
And I’m exhausted. Sorry, but there it is. I know I wasn’t up all night with sick babies, but for some reason I feel absolutely battered. This is what kept me from doing any work today, as planned (to make up for how little I did during the week). I didn’t do anything more strenuous than changing the channels (and believe me, I wielded the remote with my left hand). |