dispatch from Tuvalu

Hello -

It's midnight and we are just back from the hospital.

Youngest has the flu! (And, you know, the flu is very dangerous for asthmatics. It got a little serious at the hospital when the test came back.)

They stuck a little stick waaaaaay up his nose and it showed positive for the flu pretty quickly.
They could figure the day he got it (and so could he)

and this then made us have to wait for a chest xray as it was very likely that he had pneumonia as well, but he did NOT, which is amazing.

But we were at the hospital so long (four and a half hours) that he could have used another treatment before we left.

And look! The teeny juice cups are too little for him! It's probably his last visit to the pediatric ER. The end of an era. The Attending was looking at his chart and said: gee, it looks like he's been admitted a lot...he's had asthma since he was a baby? 

And then Youngest talked about never knowing he had asthma.

He's such a good guy and now (at 12:17am) he's had three double strength treatments, a triple dose of prednisone (only done in the hospital so they can watch his heart rate), two cups of apple juice and some graham crackers.

So, prednisone, Z Pack, treatments....

But he's so excited to be able to go to the last day of school.
All he wanted was to be able to go to the last day of school.

And me? I'm having a glass of wine while I try to figure out if we gave him his flu shot too late (ten days ago).

It's nearly Christmas!