The good news, and the only news that really matters, is that Aiden is much better today. I didnít see him, but Iíve had reports. Heís eating again, and sassing his mama, in that good-natured way he has. He even told his daddy that there was NASCAR on television, and they watched it together. Plus (and this might be important, too), his fever is down.
Kylie is no worse than she was. She has a touch of a stomach virus, and itís not anything that youíd ever want a six-month-old angel to have to suffer through, but at least itís not any of the other, worse things she could have. Iím not sure how their parents are doing, but I talked to them both today and they were both lucid and upbeat. Thatís like a miracle or something, considering the week theyíve been through.
How am I doing? Well, thatís kind of the bad news. Iíve been wearing the wrist brace since I went to bed last night, for one thing, and itís the first time Iíve needed it in months. This is also the first time that the pain has affected me while I was doing nothing more stressful than typing. Usually it spikes when Iím opening a jar or turning a key or twisting the blinds closed. And obviously, I canít do any kind of cleaning that involves scrubbing or rubbing. Thatís obvious, right?
And Iím exhausted. Sorry, but there it is. I know I wasnít up all night with sick babies, but for some reason I feel absolutely battered. This is what kept me from doing any work today, as planned (to make up for how little I did during the week). I didnít do anything more strenuous than changing the channels (and believe me, I wielded the remote with my left hand).