We Don't Have Asthma...

But damn it, we are collecting the paraphernalia! What can I say? If this pile o'crap works, and saves me from having to clean barf out of my car, as I had to do today, I will accept, and welcome it into my house. I do wish that the pile were smaller though, that it looked less dramatic, that the poor kid didn't need so much medicine. I mean really. I feel like the poor baby is on an arsenal and it's still not working. On the other hand, there's nothing like a big old pile of gag-vomit to remind you that you do, indeed love your child, and that you have had enough granola for the day. (Aren't you glad that I didn't take pictures of his clothes? It was a pretty big pile)

We dashed to the doctor today, as Mommy made a last minute appointment, literally as she turned the car around in the parking lot from not dropping her barking child off at preschool because heck, why bother dropping him off if they are going to call her in twenty seconds to pick him up because he gags and throws up? Right? Right? Anyone with me? It pains me to let him miss expensive school on top of a day that I miss expensive school. I could do the math and figure out just how much money the two of us threw away today but English majors only know how to read. You should have seen my advisor and I trying to do the math required to divide the 30 credits I need to graduate and spacing it out over the 2 years I have left here, determining how it's possible to work it so i can make it fit. Watching us do it without a calculator? Have you ever thrown a blanket over a dog and seen how long it takes him to find his way out? Bryon does the math in our house.

Anyway, the doctor's take? What difference does it make if it's croup again, bronchitis or just inflammation? Let's not dance around it anymore. He says he doesn't want to say "it" or write "it" down or make a diagnosis until Collin sees the specialist but jeesh this is bad. The kid has NOT STOPPED coughing at all, not a single day since Thanksgiving and we are in a seriously bad stint again. It's increased tenfold. It is as bad as it was at Christmas with gagging vomits and he's wheezing pretty badly. Prescriptions upped to asthma inhalers, and to no kidding doses to the super levels. Mama's scared because these steroids can make him hyper. My kid MORE hyper? Oh baby. Bring it, I guess?

Anyone want to make a gander based on the x-rays? I think he looks perfectly normal, right? He was such a good boy for them. The tech kept saying that he was "taking his picture," so he smiled every time. Can you tell? I think he's smiling out of relief that the Claritin he just got will help with the potential allergy component. Mommy told the doctor that taking the dog's crate out of his bedroom seemed to help him sleep better with less frequent need for his nighttime inhaler and that scared us a bit. We love Eddie but we also prefer not to shred our child's lungs. No snap diagnoses? Well, I'll just save these for the pulmonologist later this month, then. He looks cute in them though, no?

In other news, I'm afraid. Very afraid. Someone has finally adopted a new skill that he really should've been obsessed with from the beginning. He used to do it only at school but he's finally realized that his anatomy operates the same way both at home and at school and now I will have more cleaning to do. Damn it. I was hoping he didn't figure this out until much, much, much later. Oh and yes, his shirt is on backwards. And, inside out. Don't look at me, I'm only a supervisor these days to Mr. Independent.

And, in a non-typical Disney trip this weekend, we had a mediocre time. I know! Weird. Collin, the apple of my eye, the joy of my universe, the beat of my heart, acted like a total maniac and we had to follow through with our threat of, "if you can't behave, this is our last ride and we are going home right now!"

Kind of nice to be season pass holders and going home isn't such a big deal.

He looks kind of cute though, no matter how much of a stinkpot he is. Man it's easy to love that face.