The last 24 hours have been strange.
The Wife came home last night feeling suddenly ill — cough, aches, chills, congestion — which was then compounded by a slight (yet rising) fever. Seeings how she is “with child”, I was out of my usual Florence Nightengale element; the ususal medicines and remedies would not suffice — a scant 500mg of Tylenol was the only remedy. Naturally, the fever led to panic: what if the temperature gets too high? Will it hurt the bebeh? Who to call? What to do?
There was an extra layer of worry to our illness.
Needless to say, there was nothing to fear. Amy’s fever started breaking around sunup. But, I gandered that the evening’s anxiety was but a taste of worries to come over the next few years (or the rest of my days?). [This parental worrying crash course was made even more realistic by the single hour of sleep I found while tending to my fever-hallucinating Wife (who slept even less).]
Oh, and an electrical transformer blew up across the street, shooting flames thirty feet into the air and warranting an 8-truck JCFD response (while shaking our windows and knocking out power).
Like I said, a strange 24 hours.
