just when you think it's turning, it's not. more motrin. call into the doctor. literally crying. waiting. her teeth chattering. syringes of water between chattering. somewhere in Hamburg, I'm pretty sure George has a high fever. Break it, daddy. We talked (IM) yesterday, was it yesterday?, his lymph nodes were popping out of his neck, throat raw, no word today. Break the fever Papa. Break the fever. please.
