The Internet is Evil. . .

Over the Thanksgiving holiday, Brady ran a fairly high temp (102) from Friday afternoon to Sunday morning. With the two sleepless nights thrown in there for good measure, I had plenty of time to search his symptoms on the internet.

Saturday morning (post sleepless night #1) I called the doctor's office and described his symptoms. Their glib diagnosis - over the phone I might add - it's just a virus and it has to run it's course. Well that's just frickin' great. . . I was tempted to suggest how about they come over and stay up with him while it "runs it's course?".

So I decide to take matters into my own hands and I start searching on the internet for what it might be. I really should have known better. In the matter of an hour I had managed to convince myself that it was some rare and debilitating disease, despite the fact that the fever was responding quite nicely to Tylenol/Motrin and for the most part, he was acting normally even if he was a bit grumpy.

It's a miracle my husband didn't divorce me.

So lesson learned. Next time he's sick and the dr's office tells me that I just have to ride it out, the best course of action for me is to close the laptop and walk away. . .walk far far away.