dor grew a fever (i use the phrase grew b/c it started real slow around 6 pm, maybe it was 99, maybe) last night that peaked at about 102.5, which is a half a degree away from my bells & whistles warning sign, so we forced some tylenol on him (he fell asleep and did not want to take it) which brought it down minimally.
he had a funky nightmare, and i had to open the bedroom door for him so the people throwing mud could get out of the room. this went on for the better part of a half hour. him mumbling random shit about people in the room.
at 5.30 or so he wakes up coughing, and threw up. oh, and he’s been hot as hell all night. i said the tylenol brought it down minimally.
yesterday i tried to push fluids on him. he wouldn’t drink the pedialyte that i had dh get in apple (b/c dor is not allowed to have apple juice, so it’s a treat when he does) and he didn’t like it. so he had about a tupperware kid sized cup and a half of mixed fruit juice yesterday and i think that’s it. ok, i don’t blame him about the pedialyte, it’s some nasty stuff, i’ve been watering it down myself, it’s way too sweet, but he needs to drink something.
i feel like crap. why can’t they wait till i feel better to get sick? i’d say at least chai doesn’t have it, but what i should be syaing is, at least chai doesn’t have it yet.
michael is sleeping in the other room b/c dor wanted to be in bed with me, which is fine. maybe he wont get it (b/c we really can’t afford for him to take time off of work).
top top it off, i was jsut woken up by my mother, loudly, telling my sister to be quiet, we were sleeping. yah, that helps. then my mom starts yelling. fuck off. if you are going to pretend to be aware that others are sleeping, that’s fine, but don’t do it by loudly telling other people to be quiet and then yelling yourself.
i’m going to drink some tea and try to lie back down.
