I never met a day I didn't like ...

... though today hasn't been one I'll exchange Christmas cards with in the future.

Insignificant: At one point yesterday, had my arms up over my head while trying to put some plastic sheeting up over the windows in the boy's room. Sneezed. Threw something out of whack between my neck and shoulderblade. It hurt momentarily, but I forgot all about it till this morning, when I stepped out of the shower and was drying off. I haven't forgotten about it since then. It's a remnant of a car-wreck injury I had a few years ago.

Insignificant: The Colts made the Jaguars look like one of those high-school wing-T offenses that rushes for about 7,000 yards a game. I don't know why Jax even bothered suiting up QB David Garrard. These are your Super Bowl-contending Colts? Bah - they're barely playoff-worthy at this point. A crash course in the basics of, you know, TACKLING would be opportune before Indy's fanbase should even consider their team playing deep into January.

Significant: The boy was sick all weekend. After sleeping for about 14 hours last night and this morning, we thought he had it licked; he was up bouncing around this morning with a 98 temperature, and we were certain the worst had passed. As a special treat for his courage and bravery in the face of those nasty teeth poking through his gums and making his life generally unhappy for the last week, I drove to town to snag some McDonald's hash browns for him, as well as breakfast for my wife (for her courage and bravery in continuing to be married to me).

When I returned home, my wife said, "We need to run to the doctor. He just threw up." Swell.

Long story short, the fever detailed in my previous post did not stem, as originally suspected, from his teeth, but rather some unnamed viral infection that really didn't manifest itself in any other way besides the low-grade fever, as well as a rash that showed up on his face between home and the pediatrician's. Our daycare had warned of fever, diarrhea, vomiting and chest congestion being present in some of the kids there last week, but since Son showed none of those symptoms (save for the fever), and we could see his back teeth poking through at long last, we were confident that we'd dodged that threat. On what medical basis we made this assessment, I'm not clear.

Anyway, the pediatrician gave him a suppository for the vomiting, and gave us one extra to administer in case he threw up again. But all's well that ends well, we think; at the very least, he didn't throw up again, and was acting more like himself as the day wore on.

(I offered to stay home with him tomorrow if my wife would be on suppository detail today, but no dice.)