On Tuesday morning, Louis was in the throes of one of his usual colds, only moreso than usual. Helen tried to make an appointment with our GP, but couldn't get one until 5pm, despite explaining the circumstances. Helen decided to take him straight to our old stamping ground, the Sick Kids. Is this starting to sound familiar yet?
He was admitted and given a course of oral steroids and ongoing multi-doses of Salbutamol inhaler, to which he responded well. Helen spent a few sleepless nights by his bedside, and eventually he was able to go four hours without the inhaler, and slept through the night without needing oxygen.
He was discharged on Friday morning, and returned home to catch up on lost time with his footwear fetish. He was pretty chipper throughout, though I dare say the whole thing would have been more stressful for all concerned had they not been through much worse last year...
It's too early to say what the long-term prognosis might be. He's got an appointment with the asthma clinic, but the doctors referred to his current condition as "virally induced wheezing". He may grow out of it, it may be a one-off. Whatever happens, we have an inhaler and we just need to keep an eye on him, especially when has a cold. Another FAIL for the GP.
It's just nice to have everyone back home.
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