At long last, after these many weeks, Gary has turned the corner. He’s not totally healed, but he can go through the night without a fever, though not through a whole day.
He was even feisty enough to try to pick an argument with me, but I did not engage. It was a sign of good health.
What has he had? I don’t care. The doctor’s office checked up on him, which was nice. I don’t know what he told them. I don’t care. All I know is I’d rather have a feisty troublemaker than a big lump of feverish flesh in the bed.