(Shouting at the sky)
WHEN IS IT GOING TO STOPPPPPPP????
On Saturday, for approximately 40 minutes, I was seriously thinking that Jamie might have meningitis. Remember, this is the non-panic version of Cait. The one that doesn't go off the deep end at the slightest thing. He has a cold, the poor wee monkey, and after having a pathetic lunch on Saturday, Jamie was shaking, and absolutely freezing cold in his limbs but not his fever ridden body.
In the back of my mind, a memory started to form of the "Beware meningitis" poster I read at every visit to the Doc's. "Cold hands and feet"... cold hands and feet... Ok...oh. FUCK.
Luckily, we waited (a very short time) while he had his afternoon sleep and he calmed down, warmed up and... phew. Just snot, and coughing. I was trying to remain relaxed, but reminding myself that if he did have it, evry minute was crucial. So it was a difficult wait, to see if he would warm up.
There is still snot and coughing, mind you but you know what? We can put up with it.