No Great Bienvenue

For those of you that have never had the pleasure of being so sick that you have to take oral rehydration solution (ORS), consider yourself lucky. Many times, during my travels across Africa, I have had to force myself to drink this for my own health. For an adult the quantity is 1 liter and it tastes a lot like salt water, so drinking 1 liter of it seems almost impossible when you are sick. The trick, I've now learned, is to drink it when it's ice cold.

So, I bring all of this up because Grandpa has fallen ill. Africa often bestows her bienvenue in the most inhospitable ways. This morning Gusi and I found out that Grandpa had had a rough night, and consequently so had Grandma. Gusi immediately suggested medicine to make Grandpa feel better. I agreed with him, so with ORS, some fever reducers (since he had a high fever) and a course of antibiotics, Grandpa is hopefully on his way to recovery. But what really cracks me up is that when he sees his Grandpa not feeling so well, he tells me to give him some medicine. At one point he told me that Grandpa would be very brave if he took his medicine--something that we always tell him when he takes his anti-malaria medicine. I guess he's paying attention to our advice after all.

But the cutest part of the day was when it was time to give good night kisses. He didn't want to leave anyone out (PapaGus is traveling so he didn't get a smooch). Gusi jumped out of his chair and said that he had to give Grandpa a good night kiss, so he jetted down the hall to their room, woke the poor man up, gave him a kiss and zoomed back to his room. There he gave Grandma and I kisses and said I love you Mami to boot. I hope Grandpa gets better soon.