Drugs to the rescue

Not to disparage that chest physiotherapy I extolled in my previous entry, on Saturday night we reluctantly raised the white flag:  C. started a course of antibiotics for her chest infection.

I'm thrilled to report that the azithromyecin has, thankfully, done an exemplary job. Her fever, which had spiked, was gone within hours; her gushing nose was desert-dry by the next morning; her stifled cough, still mostly stifled, is less severe.

It's a crash-course, by the way, involving only six doses over three days.

Our kind pediatrician gave us the prescription without our shlepping her to him for an exam; our equally kind neighbor, a pulmonary specialist, stopped by to check her chest and confirm that she needed the medicine. We don't entirely self-doctor.