He was done!  Done being sick.  Nine days cooped up (except for a quick trip to the symphony).  He started asking for glue.  When things are broke or not working he calls out for glue.  He searches the house frantically for it.  But it can't fix some things and it frustrates him. 

These are the days he just needs a break.  I am very careful not to pair it with his screaming.  I have to be sly.  I definitely don't promise him things while he is crying out.  But, offer him a distraction.  A way to find some peace.  Still looking too bad to play baseball and absolutely still too weak.  We met up with Grandpa who took Chase to the Miracle Field.  Nate and I went into Sam's Club.  Less than $50 later and only one piece of pizza we emerged calm and relaxed.  Happy to just be outside the walls of our home that usually offer comfort, but after 9 days only felt confining.