Sunday, March 6, 2016

Can I Use Companion As A Verb?

As an update to my earlier post, I will keep this one short and sweet.  Or at least short.  They swab results came back and it turns out that Jayne has a cold.  Not much that can be done about it, except experience sympathy symptoms, which Shay took to with unhealthy vigor.  The good news is that his newest medical debacle will not hinder his regeneration of neutrophils, so his ANC will, with any luck, continue to shoot upward until they finally release us into the wild.  

So now that we know what is going on within our son's proboscis, there are even more restrictions placed upon the staff who desire an audience with the sniffling tyrant.  In addition to the masks they now have to wear gowns every time they enter the room to prevent carrying microscopic maladies in or out of the room.  He doesn't seem to mind, he thinks that is some sort of dress rehearsal for his spring play, and has decided to allow it.  

There really isn't much else to tell.  Jayne and Shay have very small, horned African animals plodding around within their noses, causing a stampede of bodily fluids and, in Shay's case at least, making her throat as dry and scratchy as the Serengeti.  This will pass in time, hopefully before we have the opportunity to get checked out of our accommodations.  Not that it will hinder our leaving but it would dampen the elation at being released if two thirds of us are still sick.  

There have been no new developments on the crawling front, though he managed to roll from back to front and then pick himself up onto his hands and knees.  After that he can't really help but lunge forward or roll sideways in his fervor to become mobile.  This is one of the few times that it would actually be preferable if progress slowed to a crawl.

Now we will see if we can get the wee lad down for the night, he's got benadryl coursing through his veins, milk in his belly, and mighty powerful need to get some uninterrupted sleep.  Hopefully this will prove the trifecta tonight, ensuring that he, and us, get some decent sleep tonight and awaken clear eyed and fresh faced.  Or at least not cranky and going ever so slightly mad.  

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