We might survive....

What a week that we just had! Daxton was diagnosed on Monday, the 16th, with RSV, and he's finally coming around. Thank goodness we were able to keep him out of the hospital. He still gets ornery and tired, but I'd say he's about 98% back. So between his tubes and adenoids that we had done earlier this month and this, he's met his sick quota for at least 6 months.

Dave went in on Wednesday for another round of Lithotripsy (SP?), we say that if he could be awake during the procedure we could do it from home because we'd have it down by now. I seriously have lost track but I think this was his 6th time. We've found a new doctor so we are hopeful that he'll have different advice to keep the kidney stones from coming back. The surgery isn't the funnest in the world, but I think it's a lot better than passing the stones naturally.

We were feeling good and that we made it, until Saturday when both me and Dave came down with the crap. You never know how nice it is to breathe through your nose until you can't, or how great it is to not have your sinuses feel as if they are about to explode. Thank heavens for Mucinex D and Vicks vapor rub. I just wished that we had softer tissues.

So I'm hoping that this week goes a little smoother, but is that Darci coughing and sneezing I hear?...