Jeff had a slight cough and whatever. Yesterday too. But he was whining about it and I really didn’t have much sympathy since I just flew for 10 hours with a sinus infection and also before I got on antibiotics earlier in the week, I was still waking up at 6am and getting myself ready for work and Sophie ready for school and packing and taking her to her activities, etc. And Jeff one morning was like, “dude, why are you up so early?” And I was like dude, I have shit to do, just like every other day.
So I was pretty hard on him and also we are with two cancer patients who don’t wine and bitch and moan and complain as much as he did with a cough.
But then this evening when we got back from our exceptional road trip I took his temperature and it was at 101. So tomorrow, urgent care. We each feel really bad because Sapphire’s immune system especially is suppressed and she’s not supposed to be around people with viruses. I was okay because I had already been on antibiotics for over 24 hours before arriving and mine is bacterial, not contagious.
But now I do feel a bit bad that I was so hard on Jeff and he was trying to hide how crappy he felt all day because he didn’t want to freak Summar & Pascal out and he’s like, “I’m sorry I ruined your vacation.” And then I felt bad and was like, “No, you didn’t ruin it; I’m sorry you haven’t gotten to enjoy Maui while feeling well.”
And we apologized to Summar & Pascal and they’re like, “dude, what can you do? It’s nobody’s fault.”
Ugh this sucks.
More on today but probably not til tomorrow.
I think Jeff has an upper respiratory infection and we can certainly pray that his fever breaks by morning – he has been downing cough+cold with fever reducing capacities but obviously it hasn’t helped.