When we got to the room itself, he simply crawled into the bed, curled up into a Boy-shaped ball, and fell asleep. Which was finally what made us feel his forehead and discover that he had a fever.
It’s bad enough when an adult is sick during a vacation. But when it’s a kid and you have been talking about trips to Epcot and Universal Studios, the whole circumstance is just fraught.
Especially when the healthy kid starts suggesting that the sick kid got sick simply to screw up the healthy kid’s good time.
My mom offered to sit with him while the rest of us went on theme park adventures — and we were torn. While it wouldn’t have been ideal for my husband or I to get whatever illness this was, it would be highly not good for my mother to get it. She can’t bounce back nearly as quickly as we can.
Also, once we got some ibuprofen into him, he was fine. More than fine, really, and bouncing around the place.
When the drugs wore off, the fever and lethargy came back. There was clearly something going on in the Boy biome but it didn’t involve the leakage of any bodily fluids or visible injuries. It didn’t seem to rise to the level of a trip to urgent care. Still, so many horrible stories start with “well, he had a fever but seemed otherwise OK.”
We hemmed. We hawed. We decided to leave any decisions until the morning and went to bed.
He was feverish after eight hours sleep. There was more hemming and more hawing. The Tween made it clear that she believed he was just faking. I explained that it’s hard to fake a fever, especially when you haven’t been out of each other’s sight. She counter-argued that she just knew he’d found a way because he’s like that.