Well, he never did run a fever as I had anticipated. He must be throwing liver stones. Well, if that's the case, an infection is what comes next. So, we are in the right place; waiting for him to bottom out. He has an appointment in the morning with the hepatologist; always a party.
I'm grateful to be here at Jan and Bill's house. It's hard to be away from the kids, but easier to take care of Scott; a break from being everything to everybody.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
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Everytime I read Hepatologist I think Herpatologist.
Liver, snakes...not exactly the same.
I hope you are getting good liver care and not involved in some sort of strange reptilian encounter.
xox
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