Frik, again

Frik is having trouble with his asthma. He was coughing under the bed last night and woke us up, but we couldn’t reach him to pull him out so we had to let it go. But he was coughing again this morning and we managed to nab him before he hid, out of reach, again. Mark poked a pill down his throat and he gagged and spit it up and Mark poked again, Frik gagged again… but this time it went down. Good grief.

And he immediately ran under the bed again.

I kept telling him that the worst that could happen had already happened. There was no point in hiding anymore. Maddie batted a toy under there at him. No response. We even dangled the string by him. He was pouting. Completely lost his enthusiasm for the day. (But breathing better.)

When the day starts like that, how do you approach the rest of it?

Maybe I should just hide under the bed with Frik.