Oh the viruses have come for a weekend visit to Chez V and are getting all snuggly in their human hosts, planning a long weekend of mucus and coughs and aches and pains.

It all started with E-Grrrl, who had a runny nose and sore throat on Wednesday. Seemed like a standard cold, not too severe. I kept her home Thursday, she felt better Friday, went to school and was back to normal.

Meanwhile the nasty viruses mutated and took on a new form. My son A was complaining of a sore throat and stomach ache yesterday morning, but since he tends to be a malingerer, I sent him to school and told him to call me if he really felt sick. He made it through the day OK.  This morning when he got up, he complained that his knees ached and his back hurt. We blamed that on the mile run he did yesterday and a recent fall that nearly broke his wrist. Then when he came home from school, he was all droopy and his forehead was hot. He had chills and a fever of 101 degrees.

No Boy Scout Jamboree for him this weekend. No competing in the First Aid competitions. No completing three of his scouting requirements. He was crushed, complained loudly, and then fell asleep on the sofa before dinner.

Meanwhile E and I developed sore throats and swollen sinuses, just a touch of a cough yesterday. We thought we were getting E-Grrrl's cold, but today things took a turn for the worse. As the evening has worn on we've developed chills and aches. All my joints hurt, my jaw hurts, my sinuses hurt, it hurts to type, I've still got the sore throat, and my heart has been slipping out of rhythm all day.

So it will be a pajama and hot tea weekend, pass the Tylenol and Kleenex, and hope one of us is well enough to to make chicken soup.  Sigh. I didn't expect to be courted by Mr. Flu this early.

October 12, 2007