Chelsea and Traven are both sick. It’s only a matter of time before the sickness creeps into me, too. There is no hope left.
I’m kidding. It’s not as apocalyptic as it sounds, but both my girlfriend and her son are sick with some sort of bug. Poor kid has been totally uninterested in eating, and as a result his stomach contents are just liquid. This isn’t helping him at all, as whatever he’s sick with is causing that to run right through him. We’ve got pull-ups to spare, so we’re at least not running through clothing like it’s going out of style, but it can’t be easy on him. It’s also making giving him medicine a lot more difficult. He threw up yesterday after trying to give him some children’s Imodium to settle his stomach because there wasn’t anything in there to settle. We’ll see how today goes.
Chelsea’s not doing much better, but she is carrying on like a champ. I help, for what it’s worth, but she has been on the ball with Traven this whole time, and she’s been sick, too. She’s had a fever for most of yesterday and the day before, along with chills and muscle aches, but she’s still going as strong as I could hope her to. I had to insist on taking the laundry out of the dryer.
I’m still doing okay, but I can feel it starting. The weakness. The fatigue. Some muscle aches here and there.