The Sickie

On Friday afternoon we got a call that CC was sick and that she was running a 103 degree fever. I went to pick her up and could tell right away that she was pretty sick. Dad was on the phone to our doctor's nurse while I had CC on the way to the doctor (her doctors office was closed so we had to go to a doc in the box).


I just hate going to those places because they are so full of germs. It pained me to sign the Visa receipt because I had to touch a germ infected pen. Then when the nurse left (before the doctor got in the room) he said there was a remote control on the counter so that I could watch TV while we waited for the doctor. Right, like I was going to touch that thing. I know, I'm such a wimp. I just didn't want her picking up some other horrible sickness.


While in the doctor's office CC threw up all over and cried because she didn't want the doctor poking at her. Dad got there right after CC threw up and then left to get some stuff for her at Walgreens, poor little thing she is so lethargic and clingy. We got up several times last night to comfort her and give her aspirin. So far, the same thing today, but she seems to feel a lot better once she gets some Tylenol in her. Here are some pictures from last night and this am. I know she will be on the mend in no time.