Cold Christmas

The weather is very hot, but I've got a lousy cold. My son has some kind of bacterial infection; I took him to the doctor this morning because his temperature has been between 102 and 103 since Tuesday. He doesn't have a sore throat, but he has red dots in his throat. Otherwise, he doesn't have any symptoms -- no headache, stuffiness, or cough -- other than extreme tiredness. He's also lost about ten pounds since he first got sick a week ago. (He had a few days, over the weekend, when he felt better.) I'm glad we had our Christmas on Sunday. My middle son is traveling north this week, and I'm really hoping he doesn't bring more illnesses back with him. I'm pretty sure the cold I have is courtesy of my younger granddaughter. She had an awful cough the whole time she was here. In fact, last night when I was feeling especially happy, I wondered if the time we got to spend together was worth getting this sick. Ultimately I decided it was. Right now, I'm kind of back on the fence with that. One of the reasons I didn't want to travel is that I always get sick when I go north in the winter. This year, "the sick" came to me.

Of course, when time goes by and I'm feeling better, I won't remember getting sick. I'll remember that for a brief period of time I had all my sons and granddaughters together at my house. My youngest son and I will spend tonight and tomorrow watching movies and taking medicine -- maybe not the best Christmas ever, but at least we'll be together.