After taking J to school today, I check in on him during my class's Special Area. His teacher tells me he felt a little warm and looked tired. I look. His face is flushed and his eyes are glassy. So off we go to the nurse who confirms a 100.6 degree fever. Call me in a substitute 'cause he has to go home. And off we go to the doctor.
My tough guy is sitting beside me, leaning his head on my shoulder. My arm wrapped around him. I wish I could make it better. I wish that my kisses and strokes over his hair will give him a little energy. But we wait. And after an almost hour wait in the sick waiting room full of kids and parents in masks, his fever is now up to 101.6.
He's trying to put on a good face... Really.
But really would rather just lie down and rest... Truly.
'Cause the verdict is in... Definitely.
INFLUENZA! It's going to be a long week for this little guy.