My Sick Boy

Michael didn't want to eat dinner last night, and I put him to bed at 8:30 - his choice. I should've known something was amiss. When I got him up at 6:30 this morning he was running 102 temperature. It's been the same most of the day, except for a brief period this afternoon.

I went to work, but came home and took Michael to the doctor at 11. She couldn't find any other symptoms besides the fever. His strep test was negative. A throat culture was done but we won't know the results until Monday. In the meantime, he is on Amoxicillin. I am also giving him children's Motrin and Tylenol. I have taken his temperature all day and it's always been 102. You can feel how hot he is.

He has spent most of the day on the couch in the family room. He and Alesia watched an entire Spy Kids movie on Disney while I was watering the garden and fixing dinner..

I made meat loaf and mashed potatoes for dinner, along with some sauteed yellow squash. He refused the squash but ate a few bites of potatoes and meat loaf.

We watched a favorite movie after dinner, Bobby Jones: Stroke of Genius. I saw it once before, at the Fox Theatre here - a wonderful theatre built almost 100 years ago. The film resonates a lot with me, since I am from Augusta, and I've heard the name Bobby Jones since infancy. There is a stretch of highway named after him, in Augusta. He won the grand slam of golf in 1930. He designed the Augusta National gold course, where the Master's Tournament is played every year, for those not into golf.

I have never played gold in my life - except miniature golf, which doesn't count. I've never been to the master's and have no desire to go. However, I respect the game. I thought the movie was wonderful. I'm sorry it didn't do well commercially when it came out.

Bobby Jones was an honorable man. He was a gentleman athlete. He never turned pro. He never made a pile of money off the game. Considering the sorry state of professional athletes today, he was the last of his kind.

The movie was a good distraction from my worry. I sat on the couch with Michael's head on a pillow, in my lap, the entire time.

While I enjoyed the movie, I kept remembering watching a documentary about Jones' life with my Dad, not long before he died. At the end, when it showed Jones returned to St. Andrews, Dad just cried. I know he was thinking about his own life's end, and how he would be remembered.

Michael started coughing tonight. Please pray for him to get better.

Comments

[Sarah]

I hope Michael is feeling better soon!!!