When Bryan called out to me from the bedroom saying, "Da-da, I think I'm getting fever", I thought it was one of the routine and periodic cough and colds that he gets during the year. However, when after 6 days of treatment by the doc, the fever refused to subside, it was time to do a medical test. Given Bryan' phobia for needles, he threw a tantrum and refused to go for the test. This was the first mistake because as parents we tend to give in too easily; but, to do this with a matter that is of concern to the doc, is taking your love too far.
Bryan was finally diagnosed with Malaria + Typhoid, a dangerous combination and was immediately hospitalized. I spent the nights in the hospital identifying with his pain as his body burned with a fever that showed no signs of letting up all thru' the first night. It came as a relief when the medication finally showed results and my boy felt recovered enough to ask for a chicken mayonaise sandwich, which his doc okayed for his consumption.
We returned on the weekend and I was as thoroughly spent as Bryan having spent the nights at the hospital without sleeping a wink. Today I went out and did an upgraded 'ladder' speed workout. It was taxing enough to have me contemplate throwing in the towel on the '2nd rung'. However, I hung in there knowing that the pain was only mental and that I had it in me to finish it. Well, I did exactly that and came home feeling cheered by my conquest as well as the 'speed runs' that Dojo does everytime I return home. Bryan was lying down and watching TV and when queried on his health status he gave an encouraging shrug and said, "I think I can play football with these guys today, in the compound". It brought a smile to my face but I also advised Bryan on the folly of doing too much too fast.
