Sick house

Phew! Have not had the energy to even attempt to put pen to paper (or fingers to the keyboard) the past week. Brian came home sick from his trip, having spent both nights away chasing down errant freshman girls who were curious about the duct tape their savvy assistant principal had placed over the boys' doors. Soon after that Jack developed a horrible cough and runny nose. Brian recovered after staying home from school a day, but poor Jack suffered through several nights of coughing himself into a miserable awakeness. I finally took him to the doctor on Friday. It was worse than I'd thought... after listening to him breathe, the doctor declared him on the brink of hospitalization! The only thing keeping him out, she said, was his general healthy demeanor. We were sent home with a nebulizer, four medications, and a follow-up appointment for yesterday. Albuterol, amoxycillin, prednisolone, and azithromycin have all become common words in our household. Jack is still "on the edge," according to the doctor yesterday, and must go in again on Monday. In the middle of all this, of course, I developed a burning sore throat and a nose that won't stop running. Aack! It's not fun. Hopefully things will get better soon.