The rash persisted through yesterday, taking a long time to respond to the steroids. Vestiges of it remained this morning, though the terrible stinging had abated. He slept much better last night.
Better medicine than the pills and the creams came in the form of Sam, accompanied by his sister and parents. Joe and Sam had a good long walk together in the garden, investigating chipmunk holes and identifying flowers. I had the opportunity to speak of my worries, my fears, with Chris and with Sherry. They had brought a delicious heart-healthy chicken and vegetable shish kabob with minty yogurt sauce dinner and we all ate out on the deck.
We had a trip to western Virginia scheduled for June 14 and neither of us felt comfortable going unless he'd been to the doctor's office prior. As of Friday, the best they could do with an appointment was June 20, but somehow this afternoon a spot has opened up for tomorrow morning at eight o'clock. We'll get clarification on the medications and hopefully a blessing on the Virginia trip.
Someone at school reminded me that these things are seldom smooth, and that I might look at the medication issue as a wrinkle only, and not a set back. I thought that was good advice. Wrinkles I can work with; heck, I spent nearly an hour ironing them out of fabric just this weekend!