Benadryl for Breakfast

When I woke Tate up this morning to give him his meds I noticed a rash on his left forearm.  I was immediately concerned, but Tate is a sleepy teenager and not so worried about anything save getting more sleep.  When I was finally able to rouse him, I asked him to check the rest of his man suit for more red patches while I left the room to make breakfast.  (By make breakfast I mean badly burn a bagel and then scrape the black stuff into the sink.)

When I came back into his room, Tate was awake enough to understand my worry, and he had found more places with a rash.  The backs of both his thighs were covered in red patches.  I emailed his nurse some pictures, and she called and instructed me to give him Benadryl and to come into the clinic at 1:30.  The doctor was booked for the day, but the staff was worried Tate would need to go to the hospital over the weekend if we did not address the issue today.

He was prescribed some antibiotics, and the doctor told us additional symptoms to look out for.  We are so grateful to the medical staff treating Tate.  That is twice this week he had to go in for unexpected appointments, and it is clear their patients’ health and well-being are top priority.

This is Waffles.  Sometimes Tate brings him to appointments instead of his pillow.

Today we saw Dr. Shah, who I always enjoy.  He is so intense!  I always learn something from him.  Today’s appointment took a long time, but they never let us leave until they are confident they have addressed our immediate concerns as well as potential complications.

Tate surprised us today and ordered boneless chicken wings at Sonic, but he was wearing a corn dog shirt. Ha!