Sick Boy

It's been a rough week. I've had a runny nose and screamed my head off for three days straight. Mommy didn't know if I was teething or if I was just entering into the temper tantrum stage of life; but she did know that we were both on the verge of a breakdown. Even though I never ran a fever, mommy finally took me to the doctor yesterday afternoon. She knew they would just say, "It's a virus, take some motrin," but she was at her wits end. I think she secretly thought they might give me something a little stronger than motrin if they could just hear me screaming for a little while. We saw a lovely new doctor named Dr. Beloy. She was pretty, and I didn't even mind when she sent someone in to put a thermometer up my butt. She took one look at my ears and declared that I had a raging ear infection in both of them. She also listened to my chest and ordered an RSV test, which tested positive. Geez, no wonder I felt bad. After taking a breathing treatment in the doctor's office, I felt better. They sent me home with my first prescription for antibiotics and my very own breathing machine. Hopefully you'll understand if I don't blog for awhile.