Fever
Both boys are sick. Ill.
And when they are they have some pretty high fever.
And start seeing things.
Timo has a hard time with pills. The one up his bottom make us feel and look like some rapist coz he is screaming hell and fire, but the ones he needs to swallow make him gag (i know exactly what he feels) and make him burp for 5 whole minutes.
But if we don't give it to him...
yesterday evening, 9-ish.
he came down from the stairs, telling us there where 2 motorists in his room and they were driving him crazy.
i will take care of it i said and went up.
see, he said, pointed at mortens bed where sam (the cat) was sleeping.
o yeah, you are righ, i will take him right away i answered.
then he climbed up his bed but he didn't lay down, he kept standing (in the top bed of a bunker, that is pretty scary).
lay down honey i said.
he sat down and then pointed at his bed.
but what about this then he said.
about what i asked
the wrinkles he said, as in; stupid!
o right, the wrinkles.
what do you want to do then i asked. do you want to sleep in our bed?
yes he did.
but even then he got up several times in the middle of the night, only to stand on his bed.
i would wake up and see a huge timo towering over me.
come lay down now, and he would.
morten cannot taste anything. his throat hurts and when i gave him a coke this morning he said; ugh, that is horrible.
that's what fever does to you
1 Comments:
Oh boy do I miss the little guys!
Poor things!
-Melissa
3:00 PM
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