Barnabas Monkeypants

Henry is much better, thank you very much. He’s still got a periodic cough and a sniffle now and again, but he’s back to his old ways — meaning he wants nothing to do with anything except for standing up. This is a good thing because Kristen was felled on Friday by the same cold Henry had (and likely got from his childcare mate Vivienne) and on Sunday I was struck down in the prime of my weekend as well.

I have to pat myself on the back and say that I’m an excellent patient, meaning I do all the things that I’m supposed to: sleep a lot, drink plenty of liquids, and stay far away from dairy (which makes everything related to mucous a lot worse). Kristen, on the other hand, is a terrible patient (she’ll probably refute this, but it’s true). She refuses to nap, she goes to bed too late, and I’ve actually seen her sacrifice a goat in the back yard to please the gods and get the evil illness out of her. Henry is taking after me on this if it’s the last thing I do.

While I’m a good patient, when I get really sick — high fever, horrible coughs — I sort of break down. On a couple of occasions I’ve actually hallucinated during the night (one day you should ask me to tell the story about how I helped the ants make their ant holes by doing their division for them; did you know that ants don’t know their three times’ table?). Another time, when I had a really high fever, Kristen forced me to take a really cold shower and, standing naked as freezing water beat down on my back, I started to cry for no reason whatsoever. Bawling actually.

Good times.

So, I guess I’m not that good of a patient am I? In fact, Henry’s a better patient than I am, and he’s just five months old! Having a child is very humbling.

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