The Trifecta

Robby rarely does anything halfway, and this includes getting sick. It turns out that he tested positive for the flu, for strep throat and for bilateral ear infections. My poor little Koopa has been knocked out by the trifecta of winter illnesses. 

He is now over 5 feet tall, but he looks so little and vulnerable when he is curled up in bed feeling sick. I wish I could wave a magic wand to remove all of the infections, but instead I'm only able to offer water, pills and comfort. I feel so helpless! I hate watching him so restless and uncomfortable.

Robby's affirmative diagnosis of the flu (and bonus infections) has put Scott and I into a full-fledged panic. We have been warned about keeping Timmy protected from unnecessary exposure to the virus. With his compromised immune system, we are frantic about trying to contain the germs.

Robby has been quarantined to our bedroom, where he can watch television and rest. The air sanitizer is blowing on high next to him and a bottle of Lysol sits on the dresser. We keep the door locked and Scott and I both wear masks whenever we enter. Our hands are chapped from the liberal and near constant use of hand sanitizer, but our efforts will be worth it if can contain the contaminants from patient zero. 

Hopefully the Tamiflu and antibiotics will begin to work soon, and Robby will start to feel better. This weekend we are on full blown quarantine and germ control. Wish us luck, and please send healing thoughts to my sick little Koopa.