Streck Trought

Isaac has strep throat again.  This is his fourth time in the last year. 

Poor boy.

Poor mom. 

Poor boy. 

He is a funny sick person.  While we were waiting at the doctor's office, he wanted to sprawl out over three chairs.  He moaned that he was too sick to sit up.  Then, when we got in the room to see the doctor, he crashed on the bed and didn't want to even get up to let the doctor look in his throat.  Then the diagnosis was made, the prescription written, and miraculously he began to feel better.  All of a sudden he has enough energy to go the library and get a few movies to watch while he is out of school and stop to get some Gatorade.  Miracle!

Isaac also hallucinates when he is sick, anytime he has a fever or takes certain kinds of antibiotics.  I probably shouldn't laugh at this, but he woke up around 11:00 at night, mumbling something  and crying and stumbling down the hallway toward our bedroom.  John and I immediately knew that he was hallucinating, so we took him into the bathroom to splash some water on his face.  Isaac took one look at his tired, sick face in the mirror, thought that it was some weird guy coming to get him, and started screaming more.  That made the man in the mirror look even scarier, which made Isaac pull a scary face in the mirror and scream even more.  The image terrified Isaac, who, this time, bore his teeth and half growled, half bawled at the intruder, who returned the growling and bawling.  John and I tried hard to not crack up, but failed miserably, then shoved Isaac, still screaming and pointing at the scary man in the mirror, in a cold shower. 

Much less disturbing are these sweet notes that Brady and Avery left for him next to his bed before they left for school.