A Sick Kid

Having a sick kid is the worst. It’s a stress like no other. And my kid isn’t even seriously ill. It’s just a nasty cold. She’s going to miss a couple days of school and then be fine. It’s not half as bad as when she got the flu a couple years ago. But I am wiped out.

Every sickness is a new adventure. She’s getting better, but she still can’t describe her symptoms very well. She told me she had a headache, but I couldn’t figure out what kind of headache (the doctor thinks it’s a sinus headache). Then, around lunchtime, she started complaining that her stomach hurt. I’m something of an expert when it comes to tummy trouble, so I started trying to figure out what she meant. She didn’t need to go potty. She didn’t feel like she was going to throw up. I was highly suspicious that she was just hungry, but she insisted that wasn’t the case. I even tried to give her food, but she wouldn’t eat. It wasn’t gas. It’s still a mystery, but she took a little nap and it was gone afterwards.

The funny thing is, as lousy as she feels, she still wants to go to school tomorrow. I don’t know where that came from. I used to try to add an extra day or two onto any sick days I took as a kid. We’ll see, but I’m not optimistic. It would be great if she feels better in the morning. Maybe then I’ll have something to else to write about tomorrow.