To all those who celebrate today, I wish you all the best. I remember the joy of the day and hope you are filled with peace.
The past twenty-four hours were rough in our home. Kari woke yesterday morning with a sore throat. Sue took her to get tested for strep and she, in fact, has it. We thought that a day on antibiotics would knock it out and she would be comfortable. We were wrong.
I need to hand it to Kari, she’s one tough hombre. She did her best to make yesterday evening special. But, by eight o’clock she was going downhill fast, and picking-up momentum. She only was worried about ruining the evening for Ryan. Sue put her mind at ease with her motherly “we’re family” spiel that always works so well in so many situations. I’m sure all you moms know what I’m talking about.
We tried everything we could to help her with throat. Nothing worked. Then she developed a fever that wouldn’t come off 102.9 degrees (until sometime around two o’clock, when it leveled off around 100.0). I wonder if she might also be dealing with something viral as flu-like symptoms are developing.
I took her upstairs and had her lay in our bed last night. I sat (or half-laid) next to her until six o’clock, when Sue and I swapped kids. I always kept a hand on her to both comfort her and gauge her body temperature. I am quite good — within a tenth of a degree or two — of knowing this. Sadly, I have a lot of practice.
Kari never complained. Not once. Her only request to me was “don’t let me die” (and I’m not sure she was just joking about it). Rubbing her head, I promised her that would never happen and she drifted-off to sleep, albeit a troubled sleep. I rubbed her head for hours and reassured her I was there each time she stirred. It was clear she was sicker than I remember in a long time. We all know what it feels like to be so sick it feels like your dying…