Today I decided to finally take Tommy to the doctor. He's had a cough, a clear runny nose, and itchy eyes for about 3 weeks now (or at least since the pollen has really started to turn everything in Tallahassee yellow). But now with his fever, I gave in and thought that he might actually be sick.
He was definitely a little trooper. And he's come such a long way from screaming the moment that the doctor would enter the room. Today the nurse came in, looked in his mouth (which he voluntarily opened), did a quick throat swab (not even so much as a whimper), got his temperature, and he sat so patiently. Then when the doctor came in, he giggled as she listened to his heart, and sat really still while she looked in his hears.
The verdict? He has a runny nose and a cough, which is causing a bit of fluid to build up in his ears. So it's a good thing I brought him in. He's on an antibiotic to clear that up and she suggested a month of Zyrtec every day to help with the allergies that he undoubtedly has.
The strange thing in all this is that his personality has not been altered in the least. He's still 100 miles an hour, talks all the time, and has a great sense of humor. In fact, this morning he was up at 5:30, ready to take on the day (he wanted to go on a walk with Dorsi a little after 6 and I had to remind him that it was still dark out). Hopefully tomorrow he'll sleep a little longer! Gotta keep this kid still so he can get better!
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