Barnabas Monkeypants

For the past week, Henry has had a sniffle. Nothing bad, really. Just your standard baby snot.

And then this morning he woke up with a temperature of more than 101, so gone went the mild cold and instead we got a little worried.

Worried about swine flu, of course.

We gave him some acetaminophen, put him in a cold tub, fed him some oatmeal, and put him back to sleep and waited to call the doctor’s office to make an appointment.

I took off from work, and then, after he woke from his too-short nap, drove down to get a check-up.

Let me tell you: there are some serious concerns about the flu. A note on the office door said that if your child had a fever, you should knock, wait for someone to come and get your information, take your co-pay, and then head on to the back door where you are led directly into an examination room, where you are met by the receptionist, your receipt in hand.

After being thoroughly examined (his temperature dropped to 100.6), a cotton swab was shoved up his nose and off it went to be tested for the H1N1 flu.

Thankfully, it came up negative.

While that made Kristen and I much happier, it really did nothing for Henry’s mood, and he continued to be crabby and miserable the rest of the day. (To pile onto his maladies, he’s also constipated. Oh, joy.)

He’s sleeping now (a fitful sleep, it seems, as he’s been making some chirps and moans). Poor kid.

But at least it wasn’t the pigs.

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