For those of you who read my week in a nutshell blog, you'll understand this. For those who haven't, let me sum it up for you.
Exactly one week ago the Smart One was seriously ill. So ill, in fact, that I was ordered by his doctor to bring his fever down by placing him in tepid water for 20 minutes and repeating every hour until we could get his extremely high fever down. This was not only torturous for my son, but also for his mother. He would scream that he was freezing, was going to die, and more. When he was finally let out, he was shaking and shivering and not allowed under a blanket to warm himself. It was pure torture for us both.
Fast forward to today:
I now have his plague. I have the fever and the chills, although not nearly as high as his. To be honest, I feel lousy with a mere 101 temperature, I can only imagine how he felt at 104.6! At any rate, as I was shaking and shivering in misery, he decided to become my nurse. He's good that way. He was checking on me and wanted to know if my fever had come down. No, it hadn't. His reply?
"A freezing bath will bring it down for you!"
I seriously love that boy!