So far, so good. Carlton’s fever is hovering around 99 degrees. He is very weak. And he doesn’t want to eat. He isn’t having any pain. If he stays like this we will make it home OK.
I am a basket case, but working real hard keeping it together. It will not help any thing if I lose it. Scared. Scared of the trip home. More scared of the prognosis.
Leaving the hotel at 9:45am tomorrow.
Started reading Fellowship of the Rings. That should last until home.