Johnnie Not Himself... Sick

I should have known today was not going to turn out like yesterday's easy day. Or that I was not going to go through this week without a hiccup. And the hiccup did not turn out to be about work at all. Not in the least. All weekend I felt like we were playing with fire hanging around Lisa who had been sick since last Saturday. She simply wore herself down and started showing symptoms of maladies all over the place. In my mind, she had weakened her own immune response and now bugs and such are starting to affect her. She is one of those that are in higher risk of catching the COVID bug. Which means she needs to be extra careful. And yet here she is running around, going to and from her office, unable to just stay home and relax, her brain still going 1000 mph. In my opinion, her getting sick at some point was inevitable though I didn't believe she'd get sick of COVID19. And she still hasn't I don't think. She isn't having respiratory symptoms at all. She has had fever and weakness, which means her body is trying to fight something off. And Monday her rashes were so bad, it was all over her body. Again, it seemed like an immuno-response. But really I didn't think I'd catch anything from her. MY immune system is perfectly fine. And so was Johnnie's I felt. Until today. It started when I noticed he slept in and I had to wake him up around 7:30 AM. And then he didn't ask for pancakes. I made him breakfast but he barely ate cereal and strawberries. Already out of the normal. He did his lessons but he had a frown on his face all morning long. I did manage to get him to finish the majority of today's lesson plan. And by lunchtime, I got him some chicken strips from Carl's jr but he ate exactly one bite. What it was with me was that I refused to believe Johnnie was sick. Even though he clearly was not himself. Gone was the smiling, joking, precocious child that was always go-go-go moving and bouncing against everything that was not moving and was talking constantly. And then by lunchtime he was reduced to a sobbing child in tears telling me he missed his mommy. THAT was the biggest telltale sign of all. He almost NEVER misses her when he is with me. That's because he's always engaged with something, even if it was just a video. I thought maybe he got a little depressed when I got him to do a mindfulness video and it showed a lake and ducks. It only made him cry! And he kept saying how much he missed his momma. I realized that today he simply didn't feel like doing anything but I still didn't buy in to how he may be sick. Half of me felt as if he was merely projecting his moms's illness and I thought it was ok to simply let him sleep it off since he kept yawning and yawning. Ok maybe he was sick, but maybe not all that sick... even though he felt a little warm. I just thought it was the effects of the hot day outside. By 1 PM he asked if he could take a nap. NOW i thought he might be sick. He NEVER asks for a nap. And when he napped, he knocked off for the rest of the afternoon. I got all my meetings done and then I called Lisa to tell her what was happening since we were supposed to go over there and bring her dinner. I got Johnnie to wake up around 5 PM but he was clearly still not himself.  I tried to do "routine". Went to Panda Express to pick up dinner. Went to Whole Foods to pick up chicken soup for Lisa. And all the while Johnnie did not feel like walking around. Even when we went to pick up a package, he almost just crawled into one of the shelves to try to sleep. And idiot me still kept trying to convince myself he wasn't all that sick. When we got to Lisa's her mom was there. Immediately Johnnie went to his mom and immediately Lisa got a temp reading. 101.9 degrees. Yep that's a fever. NOW I may be convinced he is truly sick. Lisa immediately gave him some acetaminophen. And within a half hour, his temp was back down to 99 degrees. He was still listless and lethargic but at least he was talking again. I decided he should sleep with Lisa tonight. And then I'd pick him up early tomorrow morning if he was better. IF he was better. I ate my Panda Express, helped Lisa's mom load 4 of her chairs off for whatever reason I didn't know or care about. She asked me if I was going to take care of Lisa and Johnnie and that was that. I felt like leaving Johnnie with Lisa was the best thing for tonight. And so I went home and did some cleaning/clearing exercises and visualized Johnnie being well by tomorrow morning. As good as yesterday was, was how bad today was. But then again that was me pushing it out wasn't it?