E is back in town

E came back on Saturday night / Sunday. (Had to pick him up at the bus depot at 2:45AM, thankyouverymuch!)

I think he really wants to go back to TX. It was a good week for him. Even S had to admit that he is a changed person. I could tell from her voice that it hurt her to say that. Oddly, CR's comment on the week was, "We didn't kill each other." Which, to me, is a far cry from all the other reports I got. Interesting, eh?

But there's the issue of getting his stuff back to TX -- especially his truck. I talked to CR on Saturday and we both agreed that he should come back, get a job (ANY job!) and save up the money to get his stuff back there. She told him this before he left. I told him the same thing when he got home. He spent several hours on Sunday going through several job-related websites. Its amazing how much more motivated he is when he's getting the same message all 'round.

He and I also went over his portion of the budget again. I found the books I used to use to keep track of my expenses when I first moved out on my own and I gave that to him and helped him get it set up. Then we set up a little spreadsheet. As we finished I said, "Now don't freak out over this stuff again!"

E	I am freaking out.
Me	Well, stop it. It'll be fine. We just have to start keeping track of this stuff.
E	Ok. But I'm freaking out.

He called me yesterday (Monday) at work. He was still freaking out, only worse.

E	You need to sell the Civic.
Me	Why?
E	It's just costing you extra money.
Me	What are you going to drive? The truck?
E	Yes.
Me	(thinking)
E	The gas mileage is not that different.
Me	Ok. But I'm busy at work and can't discuss this right now.

I'm beginning to see what a wonderful parenting technique deferring is.

I was prepared to discuss the windshield that needs to be replace on the truck, the registration tags that need to be paid for, etc., when I got home last night. However, he was no where to be found.

I put all my stuff away and finally ended up in his bedroom. He was all bundled up in bed.

Me	(just staring because the light is off and I can't tell if he's awake or not)
E	What?
Me	Oh, you're awake. What's wrong?
E	I'm freezing.

Ok, the house was a little chilly, but certainly not freezing. I kissed his forehead. He was hot.

Dang it! This is, like, the 3rd or 4th fever he's had in as many months. He runs a fever for 2 or three days and then he's back to normal.

Me	Did you eat?
E	No.
Me	(thinking: uh-oh...) Do you want something to eat?
E	No.
Me	(thinking: uh-oh... bad sign...) I could fix you something... how 'bout some raemen noodles?
E	No. I'm not hungry.

Uh-oh, that's a really bad sign.

I got some tylenol in him and that, of course, helped his headache... which in turn allowed him to eat some noodles.

I sent tylenol with him to his bedroom and told him to take them as soon as he woke up.

Anyone besides me think this could be a side-effect of his meds?