Hubby's finally reached the critical point... I'm hauling him to the doc this morning! After days of gurgling out green muck and four nights of attempting to sleep vertically on the couch (and not getting much shut-eye), it's time to drag his ornery, aggro ass to get some much overdue antibiotics. This nurse/grizzly trainer has reached her critical point too! I believe he has a bronchitis or something of the ilk... We'll see what the doc says.
Well... We're back, and none the wiser! He gave him a prescription for antibiotic (as was expected), but NO clear diagnosis. We don't know if it's a cold, a flu, a bronchitis, a virus, etc... He said the antibiotic "might" help... MIGHT!?!? Whatever happened to a proper medical assessment and the medicine to cure it. Nah! Too hard! Nowadays, we just fling antibiotics left and right and hope it fixes you up... Doesn't matter if it's swine flu or ebola!!