Groundhog Day.

How very appropriate that today is Groundhog Day. Like in the film of the same name, I seem to be trapped reliving the same day over and over again. Mike has not improved at all since my post on Friday. He says the antibiotics he is taking for a chest infection are making no difference whatsoever. 

Mike stays in bed until 10 a.m. then sits in front of the TV until bedtime, dozing off occasionally, only moving to go for a “comfort break.” The effort of simply climbing the stairs has him struggling for breath. He is still struggling to eat. 

We have just called his CNS to see if she can offer any advice. 

Now, if only I could remember how Bill Murphy escaped.  

Addendum: 4:15 p.m. and we have just collected a different antibiotic from our dear CNS. Things can only get better. :)