Jasper's fever of last Friday has held on for nearly five days, sometimes spiking at 105. He has been a miserable, floppy, sack of hot mush most of the time, with brief interludes of laughing and running around the house like a jack russel terrier (thanks, Motrin). Monday night Peter succumbed to the sickness, developing a fever, sore throat, cough, headache, the works. Apparently he and Jasper lay in bed all day Tuesday and watched three movies, including Walking with Dinosaurs and Wal-E. Jasper was in heaven. I have been achy, as well, with a sore throat and headache, but nothing a few hundred mg of ibuprofen can't handle. I am staying home today as a prophylactic. I can't let this thing get me. Tomorrow are parent conferences.
Josie alone has been well and in good spirits. She thinks this illness is better than vacation. She gets to play with all the toys, can wear her jammies all day if she wants (who has the energy to fight her?), and eats pizza for every meal. She got the flu vaccine yesterday, so there is hope (but no assurance) that she will skirt the Virus that is so rampant in Concord. By some miracle.
This Sickness has compounded our general anxiety around weighing life in NH vs. life in MA. We still do not know if we have a decision to make (Peter proposed starting part time in March, and the department is considering it), but if we do, wouldn't it be good to have family support a bit closer? It has been painfully clear how isolated we are. If I can gotten sick, if we were all sick, as sick as Jasper, what would we have done? It didn't feel like there was anyone we could legitimately call on for such a crisis. If we were near Peter's folks we might still hesitate to ask for help, but in a real pinch blood is thicker than cough syrup.
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