When Jake started with his sniffles and cough, we chalked it up to typical cold season. With his history of asthma, we know the drill and pulled out the puffers and decongestant. Until early Sunday morning when his fever spiked, breathing turned shallow and heart started racing. This is known in our house as Code Red. Cue "Pingu" our trusty nebulizer. Even at 3:15 am, our deliriously ill kiddo knew help was on the way with Pingu. Until we made the ill-fated decision to plug in Pingu using only a plug adapter. ZZZZZapoof. In a moment of clarity, Jake asked, "Did you fry Pingu?" I had to answer that we did. Cue the tears for our faithful friend.
Luckily, we saw the Pediatrician on our street for a same day appointment and with a stethoscope he diagnosed what I suspected through previous experience, a pneumonia in the right lung. Last time this happened, Jake ended up in hospital for IV fluids. This time, we trundled home with instructions to stay home, start 10 days of antibiotics and buy a new nebulizer. Settled at home with some of our supplies, I texted Mike an placed an order for some chicken soup and asked him to stop to pick up our "new Pingu". God Bless dear Mike, here is what we got.
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"Or sushi," he replied.
Happy Thanksgiving and blessings to all!