I got a call from Lydia’s boyfriend, David, this morning just after eight, and he reported that she was still feeling poorly and wanted me to come over, just to be there with her. Not able to refuse such a plea, I finished getting the other kids off to school and drove out to visit my little sickling. I think she has some sort of stomach flu, which may have made her more susceptible to a seizure, or at least exacerbated the effects, and she’s really not feeling in top shape.
After sitting with her for a couple of hours, I convinced her to come back home with me (to be honest, it was only the thought of the car ride that made her hesitate), and she’s spent most of the day in her own bed trying to recuperate. I hope she’s feeling quite a bit better tomorrow, as the past couple of days have been pretty awful. She hasn’t been able to keep much of anything down, and she’s just all-around miserable. I don’t at all like the thought of her being sick, but I have to admit, I do like having her here at home.