To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Sam's World

Okay, so nothing (read, NO THING) is as pathetic as Sam when he's sick. Really. Nothing. Yesterday was Exhibit A of this thing being true. He utters these words in a voice that is mixed with one part sincere curiosity, and three parts "Help me, please": "Feel my head" (as one would for a fever), "Do I have a headache?"

When asked if his head hurt, he responded desperately in the affirmative. Through the day Sam is medicated with alternating doses of Sudafed, Tylenol, and Motrin - his temperature fluctuating between normal and moderately febrile. The higher his temperature got, the greater his distress and patheticalness. At one particularly troubling moment we put him in the bathtub so that he may get some comfort from a warm bath. After just a few moments we hear from the bathroom, in a loud and plaintive wail, "Ooooh! I have a headache and a hangover!"

He was with us all night the night before, so we're not sure how he got the booze.

- posted by Dad