Croup-aforma

Looking at the calendar awhile back, I made a goal of my own private, Thanksgiving -long holiday weekend-get back into shape training camp. The good Dr. H and I had been making progress on the hip/leg mess before I got sidetracked with home re-models and moving and such. Finally, by early November, after not having done any rehab excercises or riding since June, we seemed to be back on track and I was walking without a limp or much pain for the first time since before the Cadillac Attack in 2006.

From my DIY training camp, I experienced the two steps forward-one step back curse in that my long weekend left me with better legs than I started with but also a head full of mucus, sore throat, fever and a cough as thick as a southern summer. This of course after getting a flu shot.

The cough is hanging on and now G has it too. His is worse as he whistles when he breathes in his sleep, waking up A who consoles him.  Amid his feeling under the weather he is lamenting not getting to ride his bike as he drips, coughs and wheezes.

Yesterday the sun was shining. While resting on the couch, watching Dora The Explorer, he looked out the window and said, "Aw man; It's nice out and I really want to ride. Dad, I feel better can we go ride?  I won't go crazy, just a ride around the block? It's just my voice that's bad, we don't need to talk while we ride."

Explaining to him that sometimes we have to rest in order to get strong again, or that sometimes the best plans or intentions get derailed by the unexpected didn't really get through to him. Finally, I told him that he had germs; little tiny bad guys in his chest and nose and that he needed to rest so his body could build enough little good guys to fight the bad guys away.

I think he got it as today, when A took him to the doctor and the doctor asked if his throat was sore, G pointed to his chest and said, "my heart and neck are sore because the bad guys, that usually live in my butt, are coming out my mouth."