He called from work and said that he was going to the hospital because he was coughing really badly and having trouble breathing. Silly man, instead of asking me to meet him there with his medical card he came all the way home to get it (and me) and then we went to SPH.
(of course he wanted to change into comfy sweatpants too... we knew we'd be there awhile)
By the time we left we found out that Pie doesn't have a 'bug' or anything right now. He is still coughing from his pneumonia (uh, yeah, the one from late December) because of irritation to his throat and lungs and because he has reactive airway - which is kinda like saying a horse has founder or navicular, its more a description of symptoms not a definitive diagnosis. Pie was given a prescription for two different kinds of inhalers and a super heavy-duty cough suppressant. We're hoping to learn more when we go to the specialist on Monday. And I left with a killer cough which turned into a nasty case of the creeping crud.
Monday it was full blown, sinuses were packed, cough hacking away, low energy. I pretty much chilled out (Monday is our day off) and rested so that I could work open to close at the restaurant Tuesday so that Pie could stay home and try to get his cough under control... besides we wanted to see if that medicine was going to let him drive or not, the doctor said it may really knock him on his rear. Rest assured, I do not handle the food at the restaurant!
I managed to get through Tuesday but I was w-i-p-e-d out. When I got home I had a quick bite to eat with Pie and went to bed... for 12 hours. Wednesday I woke up even worse, Pie took one look at me and said "You are NOT going to work tonight!!"
(I musta looked pretty damn bad! Even my father-in-law said it was good that I had stayed home)
I pretty much spent the rest of the week, well actually up to this Tuesday, doing as little as possible... rest on the couch so that I could go to work and make it through the night.
This Tuesday was the first night I was able to sleep without any "medical help"... good thing I've never used "recreational drugs" because little old over the counter NyQuil cough and cold knocks me on my keister!!
I did have a great babysitter/nurse though...
(yes those are Spongebob pj's I'm wearing)
Ed - you really do want a Boston, they are such loving and funny dogs. My dad has often had a dog that would travel in his truck with him, so that's no excuse! Better than those truckers with cats stretched across the dash ;)