Our daughter Jen, who has been isolating with us at home since the third week in March, got up this morning and thought she had a fever. I took her temp orally with a digital and it was 98.1. She had an upset stomach and a headache but no fever. Jen was laid off from her position as a law clerk due to the pandemic and recently broke up with her boyfriend. She's been down in the (mental) dumps during the last few days and hasn't felt like herself. Being isolated at home is getting to all of us.
She lay down to take a nap this afternoon and asked me to take her temperature again. It was 98.4 orally. She told me she was still feeling warm. "Can you take it again in my behind?" she asked. I was a bit shocked. Couldn't she do this herself? I couldn't remember the last time I took her rectal temperature. At first I didn't think she was serious, but she turned over onto her stomach and pulled down her shorts and underwear. I couldn't help but notice. "Cute butt." I had to joke a little. Jen was being a little weird, but I could tell she was also a little frightened. We've been mostly cooped up for nearly 2 months, except for our walks and grocery runs.
I went to our medicine drawer and found the Taylor rectal thermometer, which we had since the girls were babies, and cleaned it thoroughly again. A touch of Vaseline on the bulb, a deep breath or two, and about three minutes later I read Jen's temp to her -- just a thin hair over 99.0. "Satisfied? "I asked.
I think we're all on edge when we don't know this will end, and Jen apologized for being a little weird. "You are not coming down with the virus," I assured her. "We all have been very careful and followed the rules." Being loving and supportive to out kids are what Moms are for, no matter their age. Jen pulled up her undies and her shorts and said she was going back to her nap. Last night she brightened up after having dinner with Rob and me. Her boyfriend had called and left a message on her cell, admitting that he was a jerk and wanted to get back together. Jen was dubious but managed to smile. Maybe at least in our home, our small part of the world, life is a little more tolerable today.