I Hope You Have Eaten...

Today has been a tale of two halves. This morning Char did famously at PT and then spent 4 hours sleeping on his old man. Then, upon having sufficient rest for the remainder of the afternoon he has been quite naughty since he woke up at 2. We’re talking naughty like needing morphine for the first time in weeks. As best we can figure his poor temperament is due to his ear surgery but primarily in part to him once again showing no success in tolerating full formula in his diet. Currently they have suspended his feeds to give him respite while morphine is efforting to establish a satiable degree of calm. The picture below is not chowder from the Rainbow Café like you might think, if you have had the pleasure of dining at this bastion of culinary genius, but rather the residuals taken from Charlie’s tummy while diagnosing his sub-par comfort level. Tasty.
While this visual is fresh in your minds, allow me to impress upon you the pungency of this broth while you continue to dry heave. Few odors have had my olfactory receptors on high alert like this. I safely can put this as a clear number 2 on my list of foulness second only to Shani after Mexican food. Now my intent was not to disgust or unnerve but to more appropriately illustrate the gastric distress that my boy is under. The small tomato like parts are dried, partially digested bits of blood that are coming from his ear surgery. “You know they are all connected.” I did not but I am told by Dr. Warren that this is not alarming so be not alarmed. Dr. Warren (pictured below) is the miracle worker that gave Charlie his new ear.
Hopefully tonight will find Charlie in a far fonder state than he has spent his day and sleep will be in excess.