A feverish weekend

I was looking forward to last weekend, with a couple of good opportunities to encourage others and be encouraged by them in different ministries – a visit to the group in the Val di Non valley on Saturday afternoon, and the lunch with the refugees on Sunday. However, I missed all that as my weekend, and in fact most of my week, got wiped. It all started on Monday afternoon, when Luca picked up a fever. And a couple of hours later had a febrile seizure. This is more frightening than dangerous, but Pinuccia took him to the hospital where they stayed the night. I thought it was a bit strange that Luca had a seizure and Mattia did not. But sure enough on Thursday morning Mattia got a fever and a couple of hours later had an identical seizure. So back to the hospital with him, although at this point everyone knew the cause so he came back a few hours later. These seizures are not too rare in small children, but having happened once they are a lot more likely to reoccur. So for the next three years we need to keep sure that their temperatures remain under 38.5°, and always have near the children a medicine to give them if the seizure is longer than normal. Both had a strong fever for two days, which was impossible to keep under this level, and the fever returned intermittently for the next three days. So Mattia still gets the fever occasionally, but has been so filled with anti fever medicines that his skin and stomach have started to rebel. Then on Thursday evening Stefania and I got the fever as well, so I spent an unpleasant weekend at home rather than doing the things I was looking forward to. Stefania and Daniele both had a slight fever this morning (Monday), so they had no school, whereas I still have a higher temperature than them. At least I am becoming a bit more active now. But probably the person who was hit hardest by the fever was Pinuccia, who has done a great job of running the house and nursing five sick people, whilst I spent most of my time moving from bed to sofa and back. Those Sicilian women are small but tough! However I think she is more tired than me now. Anyway, I had good reports from the refugees lunch, and there lots of ideas to work on now.

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