He's on his way to the Hobby Shop to get checked out. His temp is 102 and rising, even with fever reducers on board. He is listless, and just not being...Johnny.
I suspect his ear stints have become infected. Nat blasted him in the earholes with the hose outside the other day while they were out there trying to get cool, and within an hour, he began to have earaches.
Well, once more into the breach, dear friends. The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune seem to have found us yet again.
Nat says she is sorry. It remains to be seen just how sorry she may end up being. Always a crapshoot, this Johnny business.
God's Will be done.
Praise the Lord! And thanks, folks. The wife just got home with Johnny, and she described hearing/feeling kind of a 'click' in her 'spirit', and a sudden feeling of 'rightness'. She reached over and touched Johnny, and his temp was normal.
The doctor couldn't even see in his ear because of all the pus, but he could see that John's eardrum had burst. We have medicine and antibiotics for it, and the doc says that eardrums often heal themselves. Except for sometimes in kids with stints in their ears. Ooops.
Anyway, thanks again, folks. John is downstairs right now, wolfing a burger, his first food of the day. And he seems pretty much his usual self. Except he can't hear shit.