We're becoming hospital food connoisseurs

James was a little sick this past week - coughing, a lot of phlegm, trouble breathing - so we took him to the pediatrician on Tuesday. It wasn't really anything too serious, but unfortunately all of the medicines that would help are on the list of medicines that he cannot take because of the heart medicine. So the pediatrician said to check James into the hospital and let them give him medicine under observation. There were no adverse reactions, and the doctor said James probably just had a virus that wouldn't last long. James was far more irritated by the monitors and the IV and the nurses waking him up every 2 hours than he was by the actual illness. So we went home the next day. James is still coughing a little, and he has to breathe in some medicine from a nebulizer every 6 or so hours, but he seems to be getting over it. In case any of you were wondering, the food at Athens Regional hospital is absolutely terrible. Getting James to sit down and eat is tough enough; getting him to sit down and eat crap is impossible. Daddy nibbled on what might have been a chicken finger, or perhaps jerky, but only because it was the only thing available. Vastly superior is the food at Emory Eastside, where James was born. The Scottish Rite is even better, so if you have a choice, aim your sick kids there and enjoy the make-your-own-sandwich bar. Hopefully we won't get to learn about the food at any more hospitals, though; eating at home is a lot more comfortable. And cheaper.