Our day started with Dean coughing. Shortly after he started coughing, he started wheezing. Then he coughed and wheezed with every breath. Marcus took him to the doctor where they did a breathing treatment, prescribed steroids and sent him home with a nebulizer that looks like a penguin. (It even lives in an igloo.) He had an asthmatic response to an allergen. We have no idea what caused it and the doctor said it could have been anything from something in the air to someone's perfume. After a very hard afternoon, which consisted of Dean screaming in pain because the pharmacy took 98 forevers to fill his meds, me weaning off Percocet in favor of plain Tylenol and Marcus slicing his finger open at work, things are looking up. Dean did great with his last breathing treatment and is now resting with his sore mother, watching Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown. Poor Marcus is in dress rehearsal.
I'm gonna pull a Scarlett here and declare that "Tomorrow is another day," because I'm sure done with this one.