Poor Cagey

Well, Cagey finally went to the doctor today. He has bronchitis. I am just so glad it isn't pneumonia. I didn't think it was because his fever would come and go- when I had pneumonia I had a very high fever that wouldn't go down. Jeebs took him for me and I was so grateful! While they were in the waiting room Cagey was playing with a little toy he always plays with there and he turned to his daddy and said "I think I pooped in my pants." So Jeebs picks him up and takes him to the bathroom. As he closes the stall door he turned around and saw a trail of poo behind him in the bathroom- I would've had a nervous breakdown had I been there doing this by myself. I guess he had A LOT of vitamin C- which is good because he obviously needs it, but not so good when Cagey wants to gamble and lose. He came home with a huge t-shirt over his sweatshirt and a pullup. Good grief!! Jeebs handed me the bag of poo clothes and it was bad. I was rinsing them out in the tub and his sock looked like jeebs had wiped him with it- that was just his sock. I didn't even look closely to the pants and undies. Which reminds me- I need to go start the wash again. He came home and I put him in a warm bath with lots of steam- He got some clean clothes on and got covered up on the couch and immediately coughed, coughed, coughed, puked. So- vomit shirt and blanket- hooray! It's days like these that make you think- why do we do this to ourselves, but it's still worth it! Why does there have to be so much poop, phlegm and stomach acid in a body?