But he's so congested, the doctor said "drowning in it," that his ears may "blow" from the pressure if we don't keep him on something. So, we have dimetapp (ah, that grape flavor on a metal spoon from my childhood) and a Z-pack in case the dimetapp doesn't work. And, as always, saline.
Plus of course his continued eye drop regimen.
So, send love and email, the long week didn't end on Friday. And while, I realize that it's not major in the continuum of problems, I am overwhelmed with day number 8 of two sick kids. This virus is kicking our butts.
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