My kid has mono.
I always thought that mono would be a rather pleasant disease to have. It's one of those fatigue things, where you are tired all the time. I had this vague idea that mono might be indistinguishable from laziness. But as it turns out, in the first week of the illness there is a sore throat so awful that at least in one case I know, they prescribed vicodin. It's a sore throat described as 'like strep.' That's my kid. On vicodin for a sore throat. And the spleen can enlarge and occasionally rupture. (Adam appears to fine in that regard.)
He also has to be out of his school apartment three days before he can move into another apartment--he has a six month co-op job with Fischer Price. It's a dream co-op, he worked like crazy for it. He was planning to live in his van for three days. He hadn't actually figured out what he was going to do with his bed and stuff. (He has a furnished apartment for the co-op.) That a 22 year old boy would have just figured it would all work out is, well, what a lot of 22 year olds do. Normally we just say, 'Wow, sounds complicated. Good luck with that, kid.'
But he's sick and he's broke. So I'm headed to Rochester this Friday. We've worked out plans to get his car fixed, get his stuff in storage, and get him in a hotel. Then I'll make him eat and sleep and watch TV until he goes off to the new job. Where he will probably spend a lot of his time really tired, poor kid.
(The phone just rang--my mother is showing some signs of increased confusion and they're going to have a doctor check her for infection or some other addressable cause. she's in Cleveland. At least Rochester is a lot closer to Cleveland than Austin is...)