The illness in our house is pervasive. It turns out that my husband has honest-to-goodness, diagnosable, Tamiflu-worthy flu. I have a nasty, but ordinary, head cold. Bud has something in between.
His fever is down, but today he was literally weak in the knees. He tried to get out of bed, and as he wobbled out of his room, shuffling and hunched over like a very old man, he announced "My knees are in trouble!"
I helped him over to the couch and, thinking that perhaps he was weak with hunger, got him to eat a little something before he stood up again. When he did, though, he was back to wobbling like a baby giraffe.
"What's happening my knees?" he asked.
I called the doctor, who told me to give him more Tylenol. Sure enough, within a half hour he was walking normally again. Nonetheless, he spent another uncharacteristically lethargic day on the couch. Unless we see a remarkable turn-around overnight, I'm afraid Bud will be home from school again tomorrow.
What's happening my Bud?