croup...

and the ER. Twice.

I didn't feel well, so I hanged out with Daddy. I was barky and the doctor I have won't do Urgent Care referrals, so Mommy taked me to the ER.

We learned about Ebola.

They watched me and decided I didn't need any medicine except Tylenol and Vitamin M to keep my fever down. I refused to give back my ET toe.

I made Mommy make me a paper airplane while we waited in the pharmacy.

Mommy slept in our room that night because I sounded yucky.

The next night I still sounded yucky and I couldn't breathe.

So we went back to the ER. They gived my humidified oxygen and steroids and vitamin M. They also made me have a chest x-ray and RSV swab.

They finally let us leave at 330 in the morning and made me go back for a follow-up at 9.

Croup sucks.