We've had a rough old time of it with Offspring #2 this week. Her asthma (or is it croup?) has played up terribly and we had a couple of scary nights. She now has a streaming head cold and has been one miserable little chicken. We had an appointment scheduled with the specialist who has been treating her for Wednesday so he finally got to see when she's actually sick instead of having to rely on my version of what happens. He was really scratching his head to sort her out this time - you might remember that he'd tested her for a whole bunch of allergies and, upon her non-reaction to any of them, had declared that it wasn't asthma but recurrent croup. This time he got to hear the horrible cough for himself and decided it was an 'asthma cough'. He freely admitted that he didn't think it could be asthma but that 'that cough' was indeed an asthma cough.
So... instead of reducing her meds, as per the original plan, he has increased them. And he wants to see her again next week to check how she's responding to the changes.
I'd just like a decent night's sleep.