But then the fever and headache caught up to him and he was whimpering, even after John gave him his ibuprofen and decongestant and cuddling, and John got him back into bed and then cuddled with him and Jet mumbled something at John and it turned out to be "Thank you." between whimpers. When Jet was finally warm, he quieted down, and the drugs kicked in and he was better.
Then he said, "SAVE THAT!" started and said, "That was a dream. Heh." and went back to sleep.
He was up once with me at 2 and then was up, for good, at 5. He went to school to do the Valentine's Day party, with a dose of ibuprofen, and I went and picked him up at 11:30, before the party.
We got a few things at the grocery store for John as he and Jet had bought me a nice card and a sack full of Reese' peanut butter cup hearts. I like it when they just get me something little, so no guilt but still remembered. We bought John a card and some yellow roses with red edges. Pretty and they smell nice and we'll all enjoy them.
By the time we got home Jet was shaking. I dosed him, put warmer clothes on him, and then tucked him into the couch with a thick, heavy blanket on him, and he gradually warmed up and watched The Incredibles simply to watch it. Then he sat in my lap and ate a big lunch, which also smoothed him out some and then he wanted to go to a friends' to play; but he's really sick, so I just tempted him with Tom and Jerry and he's content again, to just rest and drink a lot of strawberry milk. He gets comfort from that and the vitamins aren't bad, either.
He seems to be doing okay, and I'm now going to just dose him with the ibuprofen BEFORE he gets "a headache" that should help keep it in check. Doc says not to worry unless he has the fever for three days, so I won't. Work is crazy, but I can actually get a ton more done at home, which is a very good thing. I made my home station a bit more ergonomic so my forearms through my hands aren't killing me anymore, and I have a corporate massage setup for Thursday, so I'll at least last the week. I found out, though, that I have to be at a meeting that'll collide with my usual maintenance massage, so I'm going to have to get that rescheduled. Grumph.