Sick for Thanksgiving
It is now Advent and I have started wrapping gifts. We are preparing for Jesus’s coming. Thanksgiving is over, and it definitely did not go as planned. Our son, Linus, was so sick that he spent most of the day in his room resting while the rest of us were having food and fun. He was able to have some jellied cranberry sauce, which probably helped a little. It was so sad to see him not moving.
Linus is usually a ball of energy, making sounds as he plays with his cars zooming around the house. He couldn’t even eat a tiny piece of pizza during this sickness. His usual pizza consumption of a small piece ranges from 5 to 10 pieces. That was the day that I realized he was truly sick. My husband had to carry him up to his room as soon as he got home. Linus had lied down on the couch earlier and said he wanted to go to bed without dinner. He didn’t have the energy to make it up the stairs on his own two feet.
The next day, on Thanksgiving, his temperature was up to 103 degrees Fahrenheit. All he wanted to do was sleep. He barely ate a thing for two or three days. He has made up for his loss of calories with a big appetite since his road to recovery began. Days are looking up for Linus.
I just hope the rest of us who were exposed to Linus’s illness stay well. I would very much dislike to go through another sick week in a row, though it has happened before.