Those are the song lyrics floating in my head this morning.
Calvin went back to the doctor yesterday afternoon after another day of still struggling to eat. Poor guy.
He left with a needle poke and a nebulizer. The doctor, a different one because I wanted a second opinion, said he is not dehydrated and since he was acting fine we had the option to either hospitalize him or do the treatments at home. We opted for the comforts of home.
Calvin was given an antibiotic shot because of the double ear infection and how the drainage from his ears and sinuses is causing breathing and eating problems. So, we did not give him the azithromycin last night but we did give the steroid and breathing treatment. He is going to have treatments prior to or while he eats because we do not have a mask (should we have a mask??) and he does not want that thing in his mouth. I plan to hold it by his nose and use a blow-by method.
Colds have another grip on the older two who seem to be back to coughing these past couple of days. And, I am fighting something. I took a lot of Vitamin C and an Airborne yesterday and I'd say I woke up in no worse condition. I call that a success.
Joe? Of course he is not sick. I figure he is not the one being coughed and spit on so his chances are pretty slim. I am grateful to have one less sick person around here to take care of.