He's been sick since Labor Day.
He came down with a typical upper respiratory infection over Labor Day weekend.
Which then went into bronchitis.
Which left behind a terrible, annoying cough.
He has been on some sort of antibiotic since Labor Day.
We went back to the doctor 2 weeks ago for the same thing...the cough.
The doctor thought maybe it was a slight case of asthma.
So off to a specialist...who runs all these tests and thankfully determines it's not asthma.
Another 2 weeks of antibiotics and guess what?
He comes home sick from school Tuesday.
He tells me 90 kids in his school are out sick.
It's not that big of a school.
He laid on the couch for the rest of the day and then around 8:00 started throwing up.
I couldn't get an appointment with the doctor yesterday.
They're booked solid.
Something's going around.
I have an appointment for him this morning with the doctor.
If you can, please say a prayer.
I hate to see him sick.
This is one of my favorite pictures of Michael with his Opa.
If my dad was still alive he'd be over here sitting with Michael on the couch
watching TV with him.
And Michael would love it.