Hatchling woke up many, many
times Saturday night, screaming his displeasure for all to hear. By Sunday morning, he had the exact same symptoms with which he was hospitalized
in February. I called our clinic's on-call Dr., and they sent me to one of those cash clinics that is open on the weekend. We did a breathing treatment there and were sent home.
He wasn't much better this morning, so I took him to our Dr. (actually, not our Dr., because he had a brain tumor and is only working a little bit, but our interim 'our Dr.'). She thinks Hatchling has the kind of asthma that is brought on by other sickness, and we are going to have to learn how to do breathing treatments at home for him. She thinks he will outgrow it sometime in grade school, so that at least is good news. A nebulizer is on its way to me now. Woohoo- the fun just never stops here in Slushville.
On a completely different subject, I had TiVo record Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon for me yesterday, as I have never seen it. For some reason, they took out the subtitles and dubbed it (I assume because the majority of Americans would be outraged if they actually had to read a movie?). Anyway, I hope it was better with subtitles. The version I watched was nothing short of ridiculous, and I'm a pretty artsy kind of person. I did like how everyone could
fly though. Methinks that would rock.
While watching the end with me today, Hatchling kept thinking Chow Yun- Fat was his daddy. I guess they do look a little alike...