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January 10, 2008
Sam came home sick
I received a call yesterday from Samson's school. He was in the health office looking pale and puny and reporting a stomach ache. His temperature was in the 96-point-something range, which is cool, I know, but not uncommon for my family (which is one of the reasons we'll survive after global warming has killed all the rest of you ... btw, when you feel you're about to perish in the heat please leave your car keys on the kitchen counter so I don't have to do a lot of rooting around when I'm looting.)
Sammo had gotten ill during Mass and the teacher, noticing his lack of color and the ill look, took him to the nurse.
I told the school I'd be by to pick Sammo up and went to retrieve him.
When I got to school he did look pasty and the pastiness continued until we were almost home. As he settled in and made himself comfortable his color started to return and by the time I'd left for work he was rather robust.
I don't think he was faking. There have been one or two times in my life when I've gone from feeling great to feeling like crap and then great again in a very short period of time. Sometimes a trip to the bathroom, with some literature, is the thing that fixes a bout of brief illness even while the illness didn't appear to bring with it a sense of constipation. What I'm getting at is that I'd expected Sammo to spend some time in the library prior to feeling better and when he didn't I was just a little confused.
Last night I got a call from a parent. The mother asked if her child could speak to Samson as something had happened during Mass that her son would like to apologize for.
Thinking there may have been an argument and Sam's feelings had gotten hurt, I asked, "Is this related to the reason Sam came home?"
The mother wasn't aware that Sam had come home and told me what happened. During the "sign of Peace," which, for those of you who are members of lesser religions, is when the kids shake hands, her boy licked his palm before shaking.
I think this may have grossed Samson out without him knowing it and led to the paleness, puniness and stomach distress. I asked Samson about it after the phone call and he told me that he'd just wiped his hand off on his pants.
And, as for the palm licker? Well, a couple of the nuns backroomed him and it's unlikely it will happen again. (Actually he did get in some sort of trouble. My thought is boys will be boys. Especially 9-year olds.)
Posted by delmer at January 10, 2008 7:50 AM
Comments
Maybe I don't need to take these giant green pills for my illness - I just need some time in the library??
Posted by: Pen at January 10, 2008 2:39 PM
Yayyyy your Blog remembers me....although it has only been 2 seconds...and if it's male it will have forgotten me in the morning ;o)
Posted by: Pen at January 10, 2008 2:40 PM
I'm glad he's doing better and it wasn't anything serious.
Sounds Anxiety-related to me.
Yeah, I'd be grossed out too.
Posted by: ZZ at January 10, 2008 4:32 PM
Lady P: Oooh yes. And with the British Library System you have less to worry about with regard to fanny splashing.
:-)
ZZ: And this is the same boy who got upset with me because I wouldn't let him wade in a pond to catch bullfrogs.
Posted by: delmer at January 10, 2008 5:01 PM
ICK!!!!!!!! Yeah that would kind of gross me out I'm thinking. Although teaching preschool I'm pretty much awash in saliva all day long...
That's the one rotten thing about teaching - you can't just leave to go get a sick kid. You have to get a sub. So then if the kid turns out all better, you can't just go back to work, 'cause you already got a sub. So my kids, they're really got to be pretty convincing before I the take time off.
You wouldn't let him wade in a pond to catch bullfrogs?????? I think I spent my entire year as a nine year old wading in the pond to catch frogs and tadpoles.
Posted by: Jill/Twipply Skwood at January 10, 2008 11:31 PM
Wow it's *tomorrow* and it STILL remembers me! I feel speshul :o)
Posted by: Pen at January 11, 2008 11:55 AM