Fabio 9 - Flu 1

Last Edit December 9, 1998

For those concerned, Fabio was not alone while he was ill last week.
But he had been very, very sick.
He hasn't been sick in 8 years - so his system wasn't ready to throw this off.
He had a fever - very high - soaking sheets and sweaters and leaving him as wet as if he just stepped from a shower.
There was a couple staying with him and the wife changed the sheets three times a day.
He went through dozens of sweaters.
His hair was constantly soaked as if he had been swimming.
He was amazed by it.
But, he told the doctor no antibiotics. Because he would not take them.
Sounds just like a man, doesn't it?
Fabio hates medicine, he'd rather stay healthy.
That's a nice ideal, to a point.
I pointed out that a fever much over 103-104 and he could get very dead.
Actually, you are dead by 105. The brain can't handle it.
This alarms me.
My mother's instincts were waving flags all over the place.
I scolded him.
"Sometime you may have to take medicine."
I don't want to hear that he died.
The world would never be the same for me.
It would be like losing a family member.
Or worse.
And I can't believe we were actually squabbling over medicine.
But that's OK.
After dinner, the stubborn man would not let me have a decaf Cappuccino.
And we were in an Italian Cafe!
Told me no. It has bad chemicals used to make it. It's not good for me.
He was adamant. He has a very strong character. You have to listen.
I can't drink coffee now without feeling guilty.
Probably will be giving it up. Have already started.
Can't have regular tea either. No caffeine.
Chamomile is OK.
We had Chamomile tea. He had honey in his.
To stop the nagging dry cough that would not be stopped.
My mother's instincts were aroused all night.
I wanted to pat his back, rub his magnificent chest with Vicks vapor rub, swath him in flannel, and put him in bed.
And maybe watch over him.
Maybe all night long.
Ah, yes.