Monster Man seemed to be doing better over the weekend, but apparently got re-exposed to the germs, developed something new, or the virus is just trying hard to reappear for him. He stayed home on Thursday, going to the doctor with his brother and sister, but his symptoms seemed pretty mild. I actually thought we might make it through without his pattern of having the illness become a major ordeal for him. Instead, he came home today feeling so miserable that he crashed on the couch and slept for over an hour when he got out of school. When he woke up, he had a fever and his throat was hurting so bad he could barely swallow. He cried for over 20 minutes, until his ibuprofen finally kicked in and gave him some relief.
Whenever he gets sick like this, he gets panicky, too. Monster Man was so sure this afternoon that something was horribly wrong with him, and that he was going to have to go to the hospital. Every time that he is sick, we go through the same process of reassuring him that he will be okay.
Poor Monster Man is having a hard time with this virus, as usual. I wish that just one time he could get a cold that came and went without knocking him off of his feet.