One Sick Taru

I spent half the day at home with Clara. Her temperature had gone down a bit from the 103 it was at the doctor’s, but it was still too high to go to daycare. She slept most of the morning, and I did too. I’m coming down with whatever bug DeAnn had at the end of last week. Too bad we ran out of Cold-Eez then. DeAnn came home for the day early, after her sacs (sacrificing animals involved in experiments) were finished. The day at work was pretty slow, thankfully, because I was really out of it from being stuffed up and for lack of a good night’s rest.

I came home to dinner already in the oven, Colin working on the dishes and DeAnn and Clara upstairs watching Blue’s Clues. It made me wish I made enough to let her be a stay home mom if she wanted. Hopefully, the certifications I’m working on can help.

We got online a bit later than normal, which was OK since there was an Adamantoise camp going on. We stayed for a few windows, but Talon, Keri and I left the window before it popped to get ready to static on our MNK and BLM’s respectively. We got a JP NIN and RDM, and a very noobish THF. I say noobish because, despite being a Rank 10 Lv50 THF, he had WAR subbed, couldn’t pull and couldn’t manage SATA to save his life. I’ll not get into his gimped gear: my gear isn’t all that great, and a good player can do well even with the gimpiest of gear. Eventually he got the idea that he could pull while the current enemy had not yet been killed, and didn’t need to wait for us to be fully rested between each fight. I fully believe that we could have ground out 10k with that party if not for the THF and the constant string of 10 minute AFKs, because once he actually started pulling, we got fast experience. Keri and I dinged Lv50 and got to use our scrolls of Freeze – our first Ancient Magic! I even got to die to my first ancient magic-related incident. Ancient magic hits hard, but it also generates a lot of enmity. I decided to try it out on a beetle we were fighting, and they just couldn’t pull the bugger off me. It pummeled me into a black mage sludge.

Just as we were getting ready to call it a night, Clara started screaming. I thought it was a bad dream or something, but it turned out the fever had reached 104.5. We found the little bit of baby Motrin we had left, and I went out to get more. I hope my baby feels better soon…