Just as Sam is recovering from a long bout of 'flu (about a fortnight or more wrung out) I came home today and started a fever and felt sleepy and clubbed. I went to bed around 5.30 and got up again at 6.45 feeling a bit shaky but not feverish. However in the meantime Rowan has come down with a high fever, in the region of 39.5-39.8 celsius. The poor little thing is feeling rotten, and is very sleepy.
This comes, of course, at a bad time as I'm supposed to be going to Dublin tomorrow evening for a half-day seminar on Wednesday morning. If I'm not well I can't go; if Rowan's not well I don't want to go. When will this bout of recurring infections p*ss off?
This comes, of course, at a bad time as I'm supposed to be going to Dublin tomorrow evening for a half-day seminar on Wednesday morning. If I'm not well I can't go; if Rowan's not well I don't want to go. When will this bout of recurring infections p*ss off?
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*makes infection-banishing gestures in the direction of Cork*
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Lisa's gotten a (worse) csae of my cold, but neither of us has anything worse than that, fortunately.
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Ok; I'm not sure where this was in either of your journals, but assume it was somewhere, since Sam assumed I knew.