Not too bad

While a flu is normally considered a miserable state, it is infinitely preferable to meningitis, so we are all very relieved that it now appears that Christopher is just suffering from an ordinary miserable flu.

The night wasn't too bad, but he still had a fever when he woke up, so Peter persuaded him to take a Voltaren tablet and we called our family doctor to ask him to come by. The doctor agreed with me that if Christopher had no other history, he would probably consider me a hysterical mother for calling him, but under the circumstances we need to be careful. He said that as long as Christopher is relatively alert (relative to Christopher's "normal" state), we could assume that he just has an ordinary flu, but if he starts drifting off into his little twilight zone, we should take him straight into the hospital. I'm probably going to drive Christopher mad testing his mental state constantly, along with putting my cold hands on his hot forehead, but things are looking much better today.