He is out of the tent this morning and wandering the room. Other than a bad URI and some sort of infection WBC count is up, he may be out of the woods now. I hope so, but only time will tell.

In order to give him his meds, I have to pound them into fine dust, mix them with a bit of water and baby food and tuck him between my legs as I kneel on the floor and convince him to open his mouth and not spit it all over me. He’s bitten me twice and clawed me a dozen times- he is NOT a compliant patient!

This morning, even with frost on the ground, the sun has snuck into his window and he is laying on his pillow in the sunspot. His appetite is still pretty nonexistent so assist-feeding is the way I am going. But when I have a cold and my nose is running like Niagra Falls, I don’t much want to eat either. My mother used to say “Starve a Cold, Feed a Fever.” I won’t starve him, because you can’t or they get sicker- but I do understand his reluctance in eating right now.