Stephen has Asthma. Brian and I pretty much knew it. I think we were in a bit of denial. Then Tuesday I took him to the park and after racing one kid Stephen got coughing and weezing for almost an hour. (Not severly, just prolonged) So I got him an appointment. Yup, it's Asthma.
He has to do breathing treatments 4 times a day, then work down to once a day. We also have a rescue inhailer for if we are out and he has an attack.
Here he is doing a breathing treatment and playing a video game. Stephen has the BEST attitude. He doesn't care at all that he has Asthma, he cares that his "Medicine Panda" helps him breathe better. He is very excited that his chest feels better. This makes me sad, how long has his chest felt bad?
Ethan is fine, as usual. He loves movies. Our TV is broken so we can't actually WATCH them, but we sure can PLAY with them.
I was moving a large chair and dragged it over my toenail. Completely seperated the nail from the nailbed. It freaking hurts. Apparently it will turn black and fall off. No signs of infection though, so I'm as happy as can be expected. Also it LOOKS bad and I like my painful injuries to LOOK painful, makes me feel better and gets me more sympathy.