Patty is feeling better in one sense, and worse in another. She seems to have mostly shaken the nausea (improved even from earlier this morning), and her headache has diminished greatly. However, she is feeling what she describes as a "heaviness" in her chest that makes it harder for her to take deep breaths. By extension, she is feeling weak and is unable to stay awake. What's most unsettling for some reason was her observation, more than once: "I just don't like the way I'm feeling today."
PJ is home from school again today. He has been battling cold symptoms since late last week, and arrived home from his weekend feeling pretty rough. This morning, he threw up and then recorded a temperature of 102.6. He is hacking away in our bed, and generally feeling pretty miserable. I feel for the kid -- it can't be fun coughing and coughing when your head is pounding. As bad as I feel for PJ, I'm also anxious that whatever is afflicting him may also go after Patty; needless to say, that would not be good.