Thursday, October 29, 2009
Not a radio station. Bears temp. I'm guessing he, too, has swine flu. I don't know if you read my post awhile back about sickness but Bear doesn't like me when he is sick. He thinks I give him the wrong medicine. He thinks I give him scratchy blankets. He worries I won't feed him correctly. No trust. Today I gave him some ibuprofen, turned on the humidifier, put a cool cloth on his head and gave him a bag of cough drops. I gave him a big hug, which he readily received. I'd say it is my first truly received hug in close to a year. I told him he'd be staying home tomorrow. He said "Won't that lower my grades one point?" which made me snicker. That is the rule in grad school, not high school. I told him I'd help him make up his work. Then..... drum roll..... he said "Thanks for taking care of me when I do nothing but give you crap." We talked awhile. It was progress. The first progress in a long time. The first progress ever when he was sick. Never, never, never quit.