Poor Guy

Tate felt terrible for most of the day. This morning he just laid on the floor and watched tv until he fell asleep around 10. He napped for a couple of hours and got up and had some lunch. He played for a while but then his fever came back. He went to sleep on the couch around 5:30. He got some Motrin when he woke up and then started bouncing off the walls. He finally went to bed around ten. He hardly drank anything most of the day and his antibiotics gave him a little diarrhea. This is the sickest I think he has ever been.