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we got a sickie
Jan. 11th, 2006 08:50 amYesterday Casper has the endless faucet runny nose, and coughed even more at school, and then got feverish as night came on, so now I'm home with her. We've given her Motrin for the fever but nothing yet for the runny nose and eyes and cough. At the moment, PBS Kids seems to be the best elixir, but maybe later we'll fetch some Dimetapp.
Lying awake with a restless and needy Casper during the various watches of the night I remembered what it was like to be sick when I was little - the orange-flavored chewable baby aspirin that we begged for more of, the grape Dimetapp that not only tasted good but made you wonderfully sleepy. I remember being quite sick with a stomach bug when I was 6 or 7 and set up in my parents' bed with a bowl to throw up into. The convalescence included saltines and flat ginger ale and round hard candies to suck. There was a program on the radio whose theme song went "It's a web like a spider's web, made of silk and light and shadow, spun by the moon in my room at night." The great thing about being a sick kid is that during the parts when you're not feeling actually awful, you feel so wrapped up in the care of your parents, all warm and cosy and loved and with no responsibilities. It's like being a baby again for a little while.
Lying awake with a restless and needy Casper during the various watches of the night I remembered what it was like to be sick when I was little - the orange-flavored chewable baby aspirin that we begged for more of, the grape Dimetapp that not only tasted good but made you wonderfully sleepy. I remember being quite sick with a stomach bug when I was 6 or 7 and set up in my parents' bed with a bowl to throw up into. The convalescence included saltines and flat ginger ale and round hard candies to suck. There was a program on the radio whose theme song went "It's a web like a spider's web, made of silk and light and shadow, spun by the moon in my room at night." The great thing about being a sick kid is that during the parts when you're not feeling actually awful, you feel so wrapped up in the care of your parents, all warm and cosy and loved and with no responsibilities. It's like being a baby again for a little while.