Luke was overnight at a friend's house Saturday and when we arrived at noon on Sunday to pick him up, he was lying on the couch in his pajamas. Luke doesn't stay in his pajamas past 8 am. Ever. I'm nearly always in my pajamas later in the day than Luke. One touch of his forehead told us we were dealing with some fever. When we got home, the thermometer revealed the 102.5 degree truth. He didn't even try to stay up. He went straight to bed. And started coughing. Boo.
Long story short, the fever stuck around for three days and the cough worsened. We saw the doctor this morning, and he listened to the boy's lungs. Turns out the left one was congested and wheezy. The thought is that either Luke is either having an asthma flare-up induced by a virus or he has pneumonia. Or maybe it's both. We were given new inhalers for a steroid and albuterol, along with a prescription for an antibiotic. The doc said we could wait and see if the cough worsened and the fever continued before giving the antibiotic. And we came home.
Within a few hours, the 102.5 degree insanity had returned. Advil and peppermint oil were administered because I think both western medicine and alternative medicine rock. And I decided antibiotics were a brilliant idea. We started that business, along with the new inhalers, after dinner tonight. I'm praying that that business will be effective, and our boy will be back to his old, crazy, too-loud, overly-active self soon.
I would like to publicly thank Jesus Christ for using my friend, Holly, to save my life yesterday. On day three of being basically shut in with one sick kid and one healthy kid, she brought us two bins of "new-to-us" toys and a bag of books. It gave Paul something new to do and Luke something new to watch Paul do. That in combination with the audio books that the Daddy-Man picked up for us the day before have made survival possible.
Here is a picture of the people doing the things.
It kinda trashed the living room, but it was TOTALLY worth it. Luke is able to play quietly in his less-fevered moments, and Paul can easily play in front of Luke when he is on the couch. Win/win.
So that picture has a bit of a teaser for those of you who are following the living room remodel...the new chairs came. I think I have a better picture to share. Lemme go find it.
There. The chairs. In front of the new wall. Lovely. Lovely. Lovely. The remodel has largely been put on hold this week because you don't paint when your ten year old is lying on the couch being feverish and unhappy. However a few of the bits that I had ordered online arrived, so I was able to add one more component to the room this afternoon.
We have owned this print since Dave and Lynne downsized in 2000. It hung in our house in Puyallup and was actually something Baby Luke loved to stare at for minutes on end. But it's framing needed updating. I did this myself, people. It's not perfectly done, but I love how it turned out. Erik will add the hardware to the back soon and it will hang above the mantel. Pretty.
