Spent an hour yesterday morning madly cleaning out the bathtub and the shower curtain, which despite being “mildew resistant” was not, in fact, mildew-proof. I thought it might help to remove one source of mildew in the house, because the boy is having another asthma episode.
He spent a lovely morning over the weekend, puttering around with his Papa in the basement. The basement that is rather mildewy and is in the process of being organized and cleaned out in anticipation of a possible move this winter.
The puttering was lovely, the mildew was not. He’s been having (as we all have had — thank you, goldenrod and wild molds) lots of gunk in his throat, but over the weekend he developed asthma.
Seems like these episodes come on so suddenly. It would be one thing if he was one of those kids who has to take his meds every day, but overall was functional. That at least would have some rhythm. SillyBilly is functional for a few months and then WHAM! something sets it off. Usually a virus — this time I think the mold.
So we saw the pediatrician today after loading the boy up with far too much albuterol, sometimes even double doses twice as often. Bad sign, that. We resigned ourselves to giving him the evil pink stuff. As our wonderful doctor put it, giving the boy a bit of it every few months and heading off these attacks before they really go full bore is a sight better than giving him lots of steroids all the time.
We’re still working with the homeopathic anthroposophical remedies, but they’re kind of supplementary when the wheezing gets too bad. This time it was bad enough that he had a hard time talking and vomited a few times. Almost a trip to the ER, but we worked through it.
Update: The boy is much better. We gave him two doses of evil pink stuff, and that seemed to put the brakes on things. Still lots of congestion, but he’s not fighting for air any more. And he got to go to the first day of daycare after all. Now I just need to figure out how to get him to take naps when he’s sick….