Perrin wins!

Ok, I'm sick and miserable, but...

Perrin wins the prize. He topped out at 104.2 degrees. I had to carry him down the stairs. I also, later, had to carry him to the van, carry him to the grocery cart, and go shopping with him to pick up some Tylenol to go with the ibuprofen I'd been giving him. (The clinic couldn't get us in.) That finally brought the fever down to under 102. Thank goodness, because if it didn't, we were in for a trip to the ER. Ugh.

He hasn't gotten up yet this morning. I took his temp a bit ago, and it was under 102, so I let him be. Wish us luck for the rest of the day. Again, the clinic couldn't get us in. *sigh*