So, John got back from the doctor today and barely made it to the bedroom. His body hurts, he is incredibly weak, his chest is congested (but fortunately clear, a concern when you've dealt with pnuemonia before) and his temperature is 103. He's now lying in bed underneath 6 layers of blankets and a heat pack. Poor guy.
The doctor told him he had influenza and consequently I got to brave Costco the day before Christmas Eve (not something I would ever plan to do) for his medicines. Apparently, he's contagious as long as he has a fever, potentially through Christmas Day. I don't know how that's going to affect Christmas Eve services or the gift exchange at Mom and Dad's.
So, if you think about it, please pray for him, and for all of the rest of us, not to get it. I'd really rather not add this year to our list of Christmas Calamities!