More worries.

October 23, Fort Smith.

This I will not miss.
It was Nicolas' time to suddenly run a high fever yesterday (something about waking up from naps) but since we were in the middle of nowhere I simply gave him some children's painkillers and hoped for the best. Dylan's cough also picked up, on cue, to add to my stress level. Then as we were getting ready to leave around five thirty this morning Nicolas threw up all over the place, his skin clammy, hot.
Having to rush to the nearest clinic, around the corner or many miles away, not being able to rely on a familiar doctor (but in America in 2009 would you even call your family doctor at any hour and hope to talk to him?) you're running blind on a traveling circus, and on most days it's exhilarating but when your children are sick it's unbearable.
This I will not miss, as the season is almost over and we head to our transient homes.