The imaginary counter has been reset again.
He woke up at 1am with a fever, struggling to breathe through the coughs, so off we went to Westmead. Eight hours, one dose of steroids, one dose of panadol and one nasal swab later, we’re home.
Apparently, it’s a virus, and the swab should tell us what sort. THough we cant’ really treat it, they don’t give anti-virals to little kids, so we just have to hope it isn’t pig flu.
Mark is taking today off (of course), the boys are having breaskfast and we’re all going back to bed. I hope we get some sleep!
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