Delia is still sick
Aug. 15th, 2004 09:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Her fever got up to 105 yesterday. Today it was over 102.
Fortunately, we found a friend who could drive Fiona to camp today for us, so we didn't have to take this sick little girl out on a four hour there and back car trip.
There is no doubt that this is getting really, really old. For one thing, it cancels our plan to go to my sister's tonight for the dinner to say goodby to my parents, who are about to leave town again.
She's watched movies and played computer games, but these amusements are beginning to pall. Just now she was crying because she's so bored and unhappy about being trapped at home. If you have any suggestions for cheering a little girl who has been sick with a fever over 102 for three days, send 'em along.
Fortunately, we found a friend who could drive Fiona to camp today for us, so we didn't have to take this sick little girl out on a four hour there and back car trip.
There is no doubt that this is getting really, really old. For one thing, it cancels our plan to go to my sister's tonight for the dinner to say goodby to my parents, who are about to leave town again.
She's watched movies and played computer games, but these amusements are beginning to pall. Just now she was crying because she's so bored and unhappy about being trapped at home. If you have any suggestions for cheering a little girl who has been sick with a fever over 102 for three days, send 'em along.
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Date: 2004-08-15 01:38 pm (UTC)Does Delia enjoy camping? If so, you could arrange her bed as a mock tent, draping sheets above it, either from picture hooks on the walls or other large pieces of furniture. A suggestion of a tent canopy would be enough to fuel her fiery imagination, and wouldn't trap additional heat in her bed. If Fiona wanted to help, she could look about for particularly pretty leaves or flowers or nut husks, too. That always made my sister feel better as a kid.
For me it was just reading -- lots of it -- and changes of location. Bed for a while, a couch in the living room, a chair in the sunroom, my mom's bed. The change usually came with food, too -- even just a little moving had me inclined to eat a few bites of something, when my stomach wqas otherwise uninterested.
Many hopes and wishes for you and yours.