Home again, home again -- part 3

We have had a very busy weekend. Allan made it home (again) Saturday morning and he has done very well. He hasn't really tried to mess with his eye too much at all. The lids are a little red and a little swollen, but not anything too bad. (Easy for me to say -- it isn't my eye.) The eye drops we are putting in are pretty much the same as before. The only difference is that we put a patch over his eye when we put him to bed at night. His belly is a little tender but Tylenol seems to help that and we hope that clears up soon. He's actually been a little fussy which is a real change of pace for him. His lungs must be much improved because he can really get some decent volume when crossed. He's getting to be pretty demanding, too. A lot like his brother Griffith. In fact, they seem to have developed the uncanny ability to sense when the other is getting ready to have a meltdown which enables them to get tuned up simultaneously. (It sounds a lot cuter than it is.)
The apple juice never did work for Griffith. On Saturday afternoon, I made good my threat to use a glycerin suppository. I dosed him up and headed out to do some shopping and, about 45 minutes later, got a call from Dad letting me know "it worked. Well." Who knew that the response would be so prompt?