The good news is Uta is doing a lot better. The bad news is that before he got better, he got a lot worse. On Thursday night I could hardly recognize the boy in Uta's bed. After five days on antibiotics, his fever came back with a vengeance and his breathing became alarmingly labored. He could hardly lift his head from his pillow and the sparkle in his eyes completely disappeared. We took him to the ER. After x-rays and evaluation they decided he needed to stay. Twelve days of fever had him completely dehydrated. His blood oxygen levels were too low and his heart rate was too high. Apparently the Pneumonia rattling Uta's lungs was resistant to amoxicillin. All that pink nasty liquid he was choking down twice a day was having no effect. The doctors concocted a much stronger cocktail of drugs, administered by mouth as well as by IV drip. Four days later Uta is back. He lost ten pounds and all those strong karate muscles. But he's smiling and moonwalking just the same.
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