For those who may have thought I was kidding about the funk clinging to Allan, his nurses commented on it, too, and had Dad and Grampy give him a bath last night. Which helped --until he does his business again, of course. At this point we are going to have to wash the little fellow off 6 or 8 times a day. He won't have any skin left at that rate. To even things out Gramma got to hold him after the bath and all that seems to have gone well.
Griffith was having a rougher time of it. We don't know if it is because he is sick or because they wouldn't leave him alone yesterday or if it is because of something else, but he was cold last night (96 degrees) and pale and worn out. He had to trade in his big boy bed for one with a heater on it to help him get back to where he needed to be. We are hoping that it was just the cumulative effect of being under the weather to begin with and then having to contend with an eye exam, x-ray, and ultrasound, etc. He slept well and ate well last night. He was just waking up when Dad went to see him this morning. Maybe by lunch time he'll be back to normal or we will at least know why he did what he did.