Sweet Logan has bronchitis. We've been waiting out what we thought was just a nasty cold, but Larry took him to Dr. P today after four days of coughing and fever. Logan has been up at 2 a.m. every night this week, feverish and scared...which means Daddy has been sleeping on the floor of Logan's room from 2 a.m. on every night.
Fortunately, it's very mild and Dr. P expects he'll be feeling a lot better by this time tomorrow (thank you, Zithromax). And it's not an ear infection, which was our theory this morning. Never thought I'd find myself "grateful" for bronchitis.
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Well, if the poor child were permitted to cuss (see previous two posts), this wouldn't happen.
Grandpa Philip
Hahh, Good one.
Crap, I bet we've got bronchitis. Same symptoms. Same everything. Here's to hoping tomorrow is better.
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