Still, even though he didn't know, I felt sad about it. He misses his friend so much, and vice versa.
We did get to come home the next day, since it had been determined that he had para Influenza three (this explaining the fever) and his fevers had stopped, and his blood tests were negative for infection. There was a little adventure with cramping, and a lot of "owing" on the ferry. Super water-pusher mom recognized digestive issues and made him drink water. This released the cause of the cramping causing cold-free Dad to take Rene to the toilette 4 times in a rush, letting cold-having mom sit in the car and breathe through her mouth, since her nose was completely stuffed up.
Of course all of the disposable diapers were at home because we didn't expect diarrhoea on this round, so I fashioned a diaper using a plastic bag, using my Mexico Mom experience. Luckily, the diaper was not needed -- the ferry trip was just long enough for the diarrhoea session to start and end.
The next day Rene got hives. We didn't expect this since different chemicals were used on this round than the previous. I clued in before the hives started, while he was simply howling about his foot being severely itchy. I gave him life-saving Benadryl and some ice to use to calm down his itching foot, then hurried to finish the window washing I was doing. I figured I was headed to the ER and wouldn't be able to get back to it. It was a good way to keep my hands busy while I waited out the 30 minutes to see if the Benadryl was going to do the trick. Then hives proceeded to erupt and when I saw a red mark by his mouth and it had already been 40 min since he'd taken the Benadryl we charged off to the E.R, just in case. Luckily, the trip to the E.R. ended calmly in us being released in record time (only an hour!) The Benadryl did, in fact do the trick. I just wanted to be safe about it.
Yesterday we took Rene on a bike ride. Poor guy can't pedal up a slight incline, thanks to the weakness caused by the bed rest. He can barely lean over to pull up his own pants! In moments like that Luis and I keep looking at each other and saying, "Thank God that was the last in-patient treatment." We so deeply want to see Rene back to his old strong, athletic self.