Had a shocker last night. He was running a quite impressive fever (or so I thought) of 38.9 degrees celcius, under the arm, after Panadol which normally takes the temperature down by about a degree. It wasn’t dangerous, just warm.
Understandibly, he wasn’t very happy, and screamed most of the night. By morning he seems to have broken the fever though. This is a good thing, because Catherine and I must have got about four hours of sleep each.
…Because it’s better than marking…