Doctor

I have been home from work this whole week with the flu. Steve and Wm have, so far, avoided The Plague - so I'm hoping they continue to do so!! My fever was pushing 102 and I was looking/feeling pretty rough. Wm came over and put his hand on my forehead and said, "Mommy...you need to go to the doctor. Call the doctor. You need to go to the doctor! You are very hot!!!" He has been at Clubhouse the last 3 days, but said he wanted to stay home to take care of me because I shouldn't be left alone "in case I die." I told him I am not dying, I'm just sick. He was like, "Well, what if you need help?" I told him he can stay and take care of me and make me tea and bring me juice - and call 911 if death seems imminent. But Wm said he doesn't know how to make tea, so he'll just go to Clubhouse. Ha! He was supposed to go to work with Steve tomorrow, but he can just stay home with me now (the people at work have ordered me to stay home until Monday so I don't go in and sprinkle my germs all over them). Steve is THRILLED and said I am "the best sick person ever." My temp is down to 99.4 today, so I think I'm on the mend! But I still feel pretty gross. I'm hoping I feel better by this weekend!! And that I'm the only one who gets this!