George has the ick. He's been down and out since Friday with a 102+ fever. Poor little guy. When we can get Motrin and Tylenol in him, he feels pretty good and bounces on the bed. Otherwise, he just cries and whimpers and nothing we do is right. Today the highest his fever got was 99.5, so hopefully he's on the mend. I asked a friend, and apparently this particular bug takes about a week to get over.
We had to miss a birthday party today (with a TRAIN ride!) and we're missing a playdate brunch tomorrow. I refuse to be the mother who brings a sick kid to events. While I would have loved to be social, and George would have enjoyed the parties, it isn't worth it to make everyone else sick. I wish other mothers felt the same, George most likely picked up this bug at the gym on Thursday. When I left him, they had big signs reminding parents that it was against the rules to leave children who were sick and it listed about five time periods in the previous week where they'd had sick kids in the facility that they'd had to send home. It's sad that a sign had to be made, and people just couldn't be considerate of others.
DH gave me a reprieve from caretaking last night and I got to meet a friend for dinner and a movie. It was fabulous to get away and be a grown-up for awhile. I think I need to schedule more girls' nights. We met at a favorite Mexican restaurant, ate at the bar, and managed to make it to the movies to grab the last two seats in the house for Slumdog Millionaire. Great movie - I already can't wait for it to come out on video so DH and I can watch it together.
I've been down and out myself the past two weeks with an injured shoulder. The best we can figure, my chair/desk combo got knocked out of whack when we moved offices. So I'm not sitting properly when I type, and it caused some muscle trauma, which compresses nerves. So I end up with this horrible knot in my shoulder and burning sensation that makes me feel like my back is on fire. After a week of pain I went to the doctor and got some strong ibuprofen, muscle relaxers, and this cool TENS machine electronic device that sends electric pulses that are supposed to help with the pain. Unfortunately, if I take the meds, I end up pretty much passing out so I can't take them unless DH is home. And he's been having to work late nights lately. So I'm on the slow mend, but at least have been able to start exercising again (although that just brought on the George-sickness so maybe that's not a plus?)
DH spent the weekend repairing one of his computers and buying himself a new monitor since his conked out Friday night. He's finally got everything working again this evening, so he's happy.