And How About Some Prednisone?

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Today Eddie went to the pulmonologist. In another interesting step in the OK-let's-try-this method of medicine, he was given some prednisone and told it would be all better in a few days. We're all hopeful since this person is the expert and all, despite prednisone being really scary.

I had the overnight shift last night. I got to Deb & Tom's house at 10:15. Mom and Dad were nearly ready for bed and everyone else was just hanging. We settled down within the hour. Mom was in her little twin bed with a bunch of blankets. Dad now has a hospital bed since the cough makes it uncomfortable to sleep lying down flat.

I slept on the couch so I could hear him getting up or coughing. Griff was in training for how to do the late night bathroom trip (nice work for a 16 year old) so he kept an ear open also.

Dad slept for a while but woke with a coughing fit around 1:30, which proved good timing for a pee break. On the way back to the room, he asked to instead sleep in a chair in the living room. I sat him down, got him a blanket and listened to him slip back into sleep. He had a few more coughing fits through the night, which made Griff yell down the hall to see if he needed to come out. But for the most part he slept pretty well, better than I did, no doubt. There's no question it's too much coughing to have a healthy amount of uninterrupted sleep. I think Mom is very sleep deprived; she slept through a number of the coughing fits. The idea of taking something as nasty as prednisone is tempered by the thoughts that it's only for a week and it will likely get rid of that cough once and for all.

We are starting to get outside assistance to help take care of M&D. That will be an adjustment, but once we have a schedule things will feel better, less chaotic.

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Rebecca