Getting better

Argh. Why am I back at work?

I stayed home with K this morning. He barely moved and asked me to carry him up and down the stairs. He did eat breakfast, even though it was just a little dry cereal, some Goldfish crackers, and some berries. It was probably more than he kept down in the last three days combined. But afterwards, he was clearly having some digestive problems.

At lunchtime JW came home and switched with me. During the afternoon I called my doctor brother, who is ordinarily nonchalant about sicknesses but was concerned when I told him about K's lethargy and certain excretory issues which I'll spare you. He said if K doesn't improve tomorrow, we may need to get him on an IV.

I left at 5 because I was worried about K and also plain exhausted. On my way home I got an email telling me to draft something "ASAP", which meant when I got home, K was all over me and I had to avoid him and get to work. I managed to finish up in time to put K to bed. Afterwards, I checked my email and saw that I had been warned that I should be available tonight. I couldn't get my remote access to work, something that happens too frequently, so I got in the car and came back here. I have a nasty feeling "available" means "sit around until we need you, which may be several hours from now." Not that I have nothing else to do in the office. I just wish I were sleeping instead. Or at least doing work in my own living room.

Still, I'm glad I went home because K seemed much better than when I left. He sat up and ate food at dinnertime (rice and mango sorbet -- we'll try non-carb food tomorrow). He actually laughed and made a few jokes and tried to run away at bathtime. He was still tired and is clearly not healthy yet, but he was better than I've seen him in days. See, I told you -- JW is SuperDad.

We're supposed to have a big snowstorm on Wednesday. Maybe I can hand over my iPhone to K and sleep all day.