the FLU...

How does 104.8* sound? That is what Coulson woke up with last night at 11:00 pm. Have you ever known someone that suddenly become so stubborn, you shake your head and go, "Who are you?" That is how I define Coulson last night. The child refused the shower and bath to help break the fever, refused Motrin (which he loves to take if I offer) and refused anything to drink. So I threatened the hospital. That worked after about a half hour trying to "sponge" him down. The on-call physician was really nice and said if I couldn't get his fever to 102* within an hour, we needed to go to the hospital. Long story short, Scott came home, we got the fever down for a brief period and watched it rise again.






You just have to love the flu! Anyway, we'll talk later.