Over the weekend we drove north (west? I'm not so good with the directions) to meet Scott's brother Ron, sister Karen and brother-in-law Bill at the Galleria since it's somewhat in the middle(ish) between all of us. Okay, not really, but there's yummy food, shopping (for SUCKAS like me), and ice skating year round.Annelise didn't want anything to do with the ice skating, other than just watch it, since she's a rollerskating girl at her core, but she was rather fascinated by the trampoline-bungee-jumping thing. After watching several other kids try it, girding up her courage and forking over $7.00 for a three minute session she gave it a whirl. Or a bounce. Tentatively at first then with a bit more verve.
Of course, since she's seven, she declared it awesome and wanted to do it again and again, but we, the meanies, said no.
By the time we got home that evening Scott was not feeling so perky. He spent most of Sunday on the couch in the throes of a raging fever and football (on TV). I didn't really know if the fever was raging, but if you asked him he'd tell you it was. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not the most sympathetic nurse, at least when it comes to nursing grown-ups. I occasionally push the ibuprofen and the Gatorade but that's about it.
I'm probably more of a Nurse Ratched than a Florence Nightingale.
Thank goodness we don't have a 7-foot tall, mute, pillow-smothering, Native American living with us.
Scott spent most of Monday morning at the doctor's office getting all sorts of tests, an x-ray, a heavy duty antibiotic shot to his posterior that he is still talking about and a prescription for more antibiotics. Oh, and doctor's orders to stay home and rest for a few days.
Turns out he has pneumonia.
I guess I believe him now.
P.S. It was strange to come home from taking Annelise to school this morning and see him watching the Today show.
P.P.S. Annelise and I are keeping our distance as best we can and I'm dispensing Lysol, Clorox wipes and anti-bacterial gel like Nurse Ratched dispensed anti-psychotics and lithium.
P.P.P.S. I hope I don't fly over the cuckoo's nest.