That reduces us to quivering neurotic jelly? James had a temperature last night, probably caused by a viral infection. The sane, rational course of action is to give him some kiddie specific painkillers to control the temperature and keep an eye on him. So why was I convinced he was dieing and had to fight the urge to rush him to hospital? Sharon finally cracked this morning and took him to the doctor's surgery where she was told we were doing the right things already and it was probably an ear or water infection.