It looks like another day in the hospital. I’m waiting for
the Andy Griffith marathon on TVLand at 12:30pm and for a response to an email
request for help watching Boop while I get my books for class tomorrow. If I
don’t hear anything soon, I’ll go ahead and call someone. I’m doubting folks
have checked email, yet.
It was a long night. I didn’t even try to put Boop in
jail—er, the crib they have. We both slept in the little recliner. The fun started
about 1am. They came in to check her vitals. Over 103 degrees. Tylenol. 101.
Motrin. Finally below 100. Each time they were waking her and taking her temp
rectally. Poor baby.
So, we get a few hours of drug- induced fever-free periods.
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