As the year comes to a close, it was time to check in with the all-knowing Dr. P one last time as the boys slide into the "terrible two's" (slide? More like a cannonball dive, if this week is any indication).
Thankfully, Pops' "I-Pie" helped make the near-one-hour wait mostly bearable, and when we finally got an audience with the doc, she detected the onslaught of a cold and prescribed "azithromycin" for both Carter and Nathaniel (is it me, or do the people who come up with the names for medications sound like they get their ideas from old "Star Trek" reruns?).
The first doses didn't go over terribly well tonight, but they're only required for five days. Before long, the boys were back home, just in time for neighbour Gabriel's birthday party and the potential for a neighbourhood pandemic thwarted...
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