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?"
Sunday, February 7, 2010
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
Posted by Marty at 3:45 PM