Iyyar and Abba came home this morning, after getting discharged at the crack of dawn to allow Abba to get to work. Iyyar had a great night; his SpO2 never dropped below 96, which is fantastic, especially compared to the horror show of his sleep study.
I got the amoxycillin down him this morning by melting an Italian ice, mixing in the medicine (which I'd had the pharmacist flavor lemon, just to be safe), and freezing the whole thing back up. Down the hatch, no problem; same thing for the chewable grape-flavored Tylenol. If you come at him with a medicine dropper, the teeth clamp shut, so the skulduggery was definitely in order.
I can't believe the difference in him already. He's been off for months, and while a big part of it was obviously the tummy issues it looks like a lot of the general unhappiness must have been the sleep. He got home with Abba while I was dropping off Barak at carpool, and Asnat was here with Avtalyon. I walked in the door and the first thing she said was, "I can't believe how happy he is! It's the old Iyyar back!" I forgot that he used to be Tigger--just less furry, and twice as loud.