stonebenderhas cellulitius again. We have a supply of antibiotics, which he started last night. Half of the night was spent in feverish chills, while under two blankets and a warm pack on his feet. And Gilly helped by laying her 70lb furry body against his for a while. Eventually he slept and when he woke a few hours later, he was cooler. These antibiotics tear up his stomach, but they do the trick. I'm so glad he has a doctor who understands that we can never be sure he has it until he's in bed; it's usually on his butt or leg. Trying to get the on-call doctor to prescribe a drug at 1 or 2 am is hard enough, but then I have the added bonus of running to the 24 hours pharmacy to pick it up. It was so much better all around to have them on hand. The sooner he starts them the sooner he starts to feel better.
Off to work for another fun-filled day.