He is 6. Started of by saying "his throat feels spicy". Went through the day like it was normal.

This morning he crawled into bed with me and the wife. I heard his breathing, sounded pretty ragged, but the brain didn't process it. Then I woke up 10 minutes ago and immediately went to the medicine cabinet to get him decongestion medicine.

I'm pretty convinced I had the junk in November 2019 (I was flying back and forth to San Francisco and Houston for work). It was hell when the coughing fits started. I'm more than a little worried right now. Could be nothing, but I'm preparing for the worst.

I know we all know the numbers. I know we laugh and joke at folks wearing masks and what not. Hell, we know kids are more likely to survive than adults. But any parent knows when your kid gets sick you stress, and I went from sound asleep to wide-eyed, looking for a respirator.

Sends some prayers my way.