Her lungs are full of gunk.
Her head is full of gunk.
She's two pounds lighter than she was two weeks ago.
She's hacking her little brains out and...as of yesterday...eating nothing (ice cream included) and riding the vomit train.
So, it was back to the pediatrician this morning. (That's the fourth trip in nine days, for those keeping track).
Shame on me for not remembering Pudge's usual response to getting sick.
Luckily, our Dr. Winburn didn't forget.
And, sure enough, LC's throat and the roof of her mouth are covered in big blisters.
We decided not to mess with oral meds this time around and Pudge came home covered in band-aids.
Get better soon, Pudge.
I don't know how many more viewings of Gnomeo and Juliet I can take.