After a couple weeks of coughing with no other symptoms, Henry started running a fever on Sunday. A trip to urgent care earned him a diagnosis of bronchitis.
The doctor’s prescription:
five days of azithromycin
drop Eleanor off at preschool, return home for uninterrupted snuggles
unlimited episodes of Ben 10 and 1970s Hanna-Barbera Godzilla cartoons (Henry says Guardzilla, please nobody correct him)
Doritos and chocolate Santas at lunch
pre-bathtime Mario Kart, including one extra race snuck in when Daddy and Eleanor weren’t looking
snuggles before bedtime
After feeling puny for a few days, Henry was doing naked karate after bathtime tonight, so I think he’s on the mend. I’ll let you decide with prescription worked best, but my money’s on the snuggles.