It's Wednesday afternoon but still feels like Tuesday night. Grady got the Gamboo last Monday and Tuesday and never really got back to his usual self. He wasn't eating very good, sleeping more and wanted to be in the house with me...not himself. He started coughing at the end of last week and we blamed his asthma. I did the usual things and the asthma meds weren't working like they usually do. I gave him some prescription cough medicine and that seemed to help Saturday and Sunday night. Monday he still coughed pretty bad but the night wasn't as bad as we had anticipated. Then came Tuesday, He was coughing really bad and was really not himself. I called his doctor, who just happened to be out of town, so I decided to wait it out another day. Tuesday night before bed he just started coughing so bad and couldn't stop. We gave him his inhaler treatment and a nebulizer treatment and went to the hospital E.R. They said we were smart to bring him and...he has pnemonia. I feel horrible. We had been blaming his cough on his asthma which we have learned to control pretty good. I felt like we were doing all of the right things just to find out that we weren't. I know, I'm not a doctor and I don't have x-ray vision but we both still feel so bad for him. They admitted him and pumped him full of fluids, antibiotics and steroids. They are going to take another x-ray tonight to see if the pnemonia has "shrunk" a little. Poor little guy. Please pray for him and keep him in your thoughts. I will keep you posted as I learn more. We love each and everyone of you.