feverish, again
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Tokyo, 2009.06.05
Kenny hit a high fever of 40C last night. Needless to say, Mari took the day off and whisked him to the clinic again.
Poor little guy's been sick so frequently the clinic's become a home away from home. He was so out of it this afternoon that he slept through the middle of the day: four and half hours!
I told Mari I wanted the drugs they put him on, and yet here I am still hammering away on my computer at 00:19 in the morning.